In some hours, E & I shall be sitting in the same physical space for the first time in approximately 289 days, 10 hours.
I woke up at three am and I have been tossing & turning since. We had talked earlier & he had mentioned that he had not been sleeping well either. He had picked up smoking again too – and as my closest know, I have been dying to smoke (even though I have never smoked).
I just ask if you are the praying type to pray for me, yeah? I know I play the stereotypical calm & collective type but this one keeps me up at night listening to songs that put a smile on my face & put odd hopes in my head.
I tried to promise G that I would not fuck it up but like the queens to Ru, how can we resist a good trip down the runway?