It’s probably just a surface thing but makes me happy anyways. I don’t want to think about what it means down under. I don’t want to guess. I’m tired & I just want to be happy that it’s even happening at all. I have to try to stop hoping coz hoping only raises my disappointment level. And it hurts.

It’s been almost a decade since the last time he held my hand..It was nice walking side by side, hand in hand, enjoying the breeze. It was a much better movie than Sweeney Todd, that’s fer sure. My hand felt small in his & it made me feel safe & protected. I wish that he’d never let it go. I wish he’d never let me go.