EverywherePosted: July 12, 2014
Everything reminds me of him.
Literally EVERYTHING. It is ridiculous.
We like the same music and he had music playing constantly, so I can’t even listen to my OWN favourite songs without it conjuring some memory of him.
We have the same favourite movies–can I just snuggle under my blanket and watch Love, Actually or The Shawshank Redemption without having him in my head?
The word “honey”–used in any context, by anyone. Is there a more generic term of endearment out there? Probably not. Why the hell does the “h” word make me feel like I’ve lost a few moments of time? I’m not kidding, I have to stop and gather myself.
I was at a Munch last night and someone mentioned the sex show that he promised to take me to. Pang.
Then the conversation turned to the little mountain resort town a few hours away where he said we’d go for a weekend. Pang.
While walking, I passed the creole restaurant he took me to, and I nearly choked on my breath mint. And no, I’m not kidding–I literally gasped and it hit me in the tonsils.
Fuck this shit.
Someone make it stop.