Month: August 2017

I am just trying to figure out how to keep you in my life. I was never over you, over your moving away.

Time passes but me feelings don’t seem to fade or change. I still get elated when I hear from you. Just missing what I thought was the best I ever had.

Be well, and I hope you are having fun.

I haven’t been looking forward much. I’ve been mostly stuck in my here-and-now. Not making plans, not thinking of future. I have several things booked on my calendar, but all things someone else put there. Like dog/house sitting.

I will be sure to have some time to spend with you when you come up. I know you hate planning, but maybe we can figure out a time that works for the both of us to have lunch and hang out a bit.

I’m always thinking of you. Be well.

Good morning.

The dog has me up early for a walk. The forecast is rain all day, but I’ve got a rental lift today and I have to remove the dead maple tree from the front lawn.

Although it is just a process of living, cutting down a tree I planted when I was 5 years old has some sense of finality – or morbidity- to it. It gives me a feeling of loss, and that feeling reminds me of you.

I check your blog often. I hope the less you post the happier you are. As for me, I’ve just seem to run out of ways to say I miss you. I still feel you were the greatest love of my life.

Be well, have fun, and take care of yourself. This earth is a better place with you here.

The anniversary of your moving away has passed again. I still relive the sorrow of seeing you move away. I’m glad I took those few days to help you though, because it let me express my love for you.

This week has been a bit off. Work,home – just trying to keep up with what needs to be done.

It has been three weeks since the dog was here. I picked him up last night and even with rain, getting him out for walks seems to help improve my mood. It certainly makes the mosquitos happy.

I hope you are well when you read this. Have some fun. Smile. You are loved.