February 15. Valentines day no more, hallelujah. I can manage Christmas and birthday and Thanksgiving. Well, my birthday anyhoo. Mitchel’s birthday is a different matter.
Yesterday was a first in so many ways, not the least of which being sober all day. Not that I’m prone to being plastered, because I’m not much of a drinker at all any more. Yesterday might have been easier if I were. Of course, today would probably been more difficult so I guess everything evens out.
It would have been nice to have stayed in bed, cuddled up close to the man of my heart.
Surprisingly, I slept Saturday night. Last night, however, is a not-too-distant memory. Every excrutiating awake hour of it.
Maybe Just need sleep, but it feels like I need someone, not something. Actually not just someone, either.
I do miss him. Even now.