| Eva Manoso ( @ 2008-11-30 15:17:00 |
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[public entry]
A week ago, if you’d asked me what I was thankful for, I would have said the usual. You know, good friends, great family, an amazing career that’s in the midst of blowing sky-high. I really thought my next big journal update would be all about how I got punched in the face by one of the two guys in my life. The other one pushed me down. I bruised my ass. Did you know that was possible? Yeah. Exciting.
Instead, none of that matters.
I don’t even want to talk about it, really. Talking about it makes it real. I don’t want it to be real. I don’t want to think about it. I want to pretend it’s all a part of some bad dream and that I’m going to wake up. I’d give up everything that’s happened in the last year if it meant I could open my eyes and be back in that apartment in LA that we shared. I’d burn another bag of popcorn and Blue would come out to laugh at me and then we’d go out for pizza, looking fly the way we always did.
She was supposed to come visit for Christmas. It was going to be the three of us again, Hannah, Blue and me. Just like in LA.
I still have her Christmas present sitting on my living room table. I bought it while I was in Miami. I was going to wrap it. It was going to be the first present I put under my tree. After I got a tree, I mean.
I spent Thanksgiving in Seattle. One day, like, fifty years from now, I’ll look back and be mad at her for that. I hate Seattle. I just can’t leave right now. I don’t know why. It’s like I’m closer to her, as long as I’m here. Angie and Alexei have been letting me crash in their guest room. We all went to Thanksgiving dinner at Lydia’s. The day is a blur for me. I can’t remember who was there, except for Hartwell. It’s hard to miss his big, shaggy head. I just did what I could to stay out of everyone’s way. The last thing people want is someone raining on their Thanksgiving Day parade, right?
I miss her. I missed her before, but now it’s like I’ll never stop missing her.