Why is my heart so heavy? Is it because I'm about to do something momentous, solo? Surely I've passed the point where taking a weekend break elicits anxiety and a feeling in the gut of my stomach like I've just gotten a punch.
Do I believe this weekend will be a farce? Hardly. London is well-known to me at this stage; even if I haven't planned every hour of this trip, it's no matter.
More likely the ex is weighing on my mind. Ever since I discovered she'll be going to the wedding, argh, she has been at the back of my mind. The cut in the roof of my mouth that would heal if only I could stop tonguing it. I don't think I'm still in love with her, she's more like a shadow cast over me, my lovelife.
Paulo Coelho. Part of me blames him for the break-up. That book... but it was me really. I stopped making her happy at some point. We dragged it out, but that's all that matters. No happiness.
Do I believe this weekend will be a farce? Hardly. London is well-known to me at this stage; even if I haven't planned every hour of this trip, it's no matter.
More likely the ex is weighing on my mind. Ever since I discovered she'll be going to the wedding, argh, she has been at the back of my mind. The cut in the roof of my mouth that would heal if only I could stop tonguing it. I don't think I'm still in love with her, she's more like a shadow cast over me, my lovelife.
Paulo Coelho. Part of me blames him for the break-up. That book... but it was me really. I stopped making her happy at some point. We dragged it out, but that's all that matters. No happiness.
