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April 4th, 2020

It’s supposed to rain on Tuesday. Tuesday through Thursday and I cannot wait. I need a downpour, a thunderstorm. When I was little I used to think it rained just to cleanse the world. Wash away all the dirt and garbage and terrible things. I never understood why everything got so green when it rained. Like everything was really alive and good. I still love rain. 22 years. 22 years I’ve loved rain.

Maybe some day it won’t be so complicated. Maybe someday when it rains I won’t think about someone being out in it testing wells. Maybe I won’t worry about them staying dry and staying warm.


Seeing Mac was… something. He and Nana seem well and we dropped off their groceries so they don’t have to go out. Mom cried during the car ride home. I think I’m going to make myself some tea and try not to think about how much mom and dad we’re coughing in the car. I’m going to try to not feel so lackadaisical (ha). Hopefully I’ll finish my book today, maybe even take a bath later.

Weird how life just goes on. There’s still a little melancholy, but the memories don’t hurt anymore (I always see him laughing or smiling sitting on the bouch looking down at me) well taking into account my feelings as I’m writing this the memories don’t hurt as much anymore (I try not to think about Christmas or my birthday or the shows or The Good Place or The Illusionist or The Prestige) and as of right now the love songs don’t make me cry so I have that. I’ve lived a long time now. Maybe it’s just the romantic in me (the part of me that’s in love with love) that wants him to be a part of the rest of it too. Or maybe it’s time to move on.

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