A mess. Tonight was the brothel’s night out. Hooper spent an hour cooking burgers and telling us about crazy stormy weather up in Queen Charlotte. We were pretty psched to get together all at once. Everybody got together at Lola’s, only I didn’t know that the night ended up being so messed up.
I saw him, or better yet, he saw me. It was so out of place, out of mind. After 4 months, seeing him was like unreal to me. I thought I was dreaming, but i wasn’t. I hid. I know it was stupid, but there was nothing I could do. God I miss him. I don’t remember how many friends of his came to say hi, or how many of them asked if we talked or said hi..The girls said he wasn’t worth it. People bought drinks, made sure I was okay, but I wasn’t.
He came to talk to me. I miss his smell. I miss talking to him. Hugs weren’t enough, they were empty and useless. I did what everyone told me not to do. I went back and said hi. He was leaving the next morning. We spent the rest of our night talking. I miss his kisses. He said all the same things. He said he missed me, he said it wasn’t easy. Our kisses couldn’t make up for anything, it was there, and I know it would be gone in the morning. I can’t sleep. My Barclay man is flying to Europe in a couple of hours, and I am stuck thinking about him. That was it. That was really it.
