h o l e
“You have a hole in
your heart where Chrissy
used to be” my therapist says to me, and I think about the French, and how
they don’t say, “I miss you,”
instead, they say, “You are
missing from me.”
she has a point.
I’ve had a stream of
great days in a row, but
a moment snuck up on
me this afternoon, and I
fell into the grasp of deep
grief again.
and I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
and it’s true, you are
missing from me, too.
On the menu for the next two weeks for The Little Monster: brown rice, scrambled eggs, garden peas, sweet potatoes, & salmon.
And of course, she loves it!
I love simple scents: not too loud & aggressive. And if you’ve ever dated me or you’re close to me in some way, you know this.
My home smells like sage, a lavender & amber or vanilla/wood candle or simple-scented incense. I don’t stray away from these.
One, because my nose is sensitive to loud scents and actually cannot handle them. Two, I’ve various allergies and scents that are too loud or fruity or over-the-top make my eyes itch and water and I begin a sneezing fit that can last longer than it should. Lol.
I know I’m weird. And I am okay with this.
Oddly enough, the woman I am digging on for the last year and some change is the same way. However, she’s asthmatic, so she doesn’t wear loud-scented perfumes and her home is a welcoming space smelling of sage or her favorite candles and incense. Soft & luring. Not over-the-top.
If we ever become anything more, I’ll be safe in her space. And that’s a beautiful thought.
A Cornered Gurl 
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