Sometimes Love Isn’t Enough
The break-up was eight and a half months ago. I haven’t talked about the actual break-up that much. The aftermath, the random memories that pop up–these I have mentioned as they crept into my mind because talking about them is the only way to get them to go the fuck away.
Today I had the movie Prime playing as background noise while I moved in and out of the bedroom with laundry and the vacuum cleaner. Suddenly a familiar scene snapped me to attention as if someone had smacked me in the face.
I left the laundry on the floor and sat down at the edge of the bed. Rewind. Princess Dog lay down next to me with a reassuring paw on my leg (how do they know?!). Play.
