Babe, I’m sad, today. I went to a cookout, but anywhere I go I can only be social for so […]
Fear
Grief is mostly fear. So is killing yourself. The same sort of fear you feel before the drop at the […]
Today’s the Day
Today’s the day, babe. Getting back on track, today. It’s too late (too hot) to jog with Hugo, plus he […]
1:18 am
Babe, this sucks. I miss you so, so much. It will be 9 weeks, this Wednesday. I miss your voice. […]
3 am
Oh, babe. It’s 3 am. Hugo is sleeping beside me on the couch, to the left of me, in your […]