No matter how much I try, I can’t ignore the count. Every month on 11th a new number rings in my head and stays there. Today is ten months. The day is just starting but i’m dreading it. I fell apart last month. I don’t want to today. So I’m going to his parents’ place – having them around might make me feel better. At least I won’t cry in company, and when tears don’t start they don’t turn in to a torrent.
The pic on top was taken almost 10 years ago. We were in a turbulent phase in our relationship then. In fact just the next day, we broke up. Even then when we got the pic I found it extremely significant that there was a sign above us “Mind your step”. We didn’t. And we lost so many precious years!
As usual I’m at a loss for words today. Let’s see what the day brings!