I miss my husband. I miss him very much.
I would love to walk the aisles of the Walk-Mart tonight at midnight, just like old times. I can spend hours in there all by myself.
I want a set of vintage Samsonite. A red train case, maybe a yellow one.
I’ve got to get ready soon… I have an appointment with the florist who is doing our wedding. Ugh.
I’ve got some errands to run too. I have to buy small round stickers, tampons, I would like some new blush, maybe a pair of shoes, a shirt would be nice too, all of this I can get at the dreaded Wal-Mart.
Tonight I’m going to a crab feed. I need to remember to bring hot sauce. Yum. I’m not going to drink either. I guess I’ll offer to be the designated. We all have to get up early and be ready for an 8:15 am church service. I absolutely cannot be hungover in church. My guilt is too much.
Alrighty, I better go get ready. I’ve gotten a lot done here.
I don’t like it when birds sing when it is night, especially when it is raining at night. For some reason it bothers me.
I have to wake up early tomorrow. I don’t want to.
Do you know how good it is to have a best friend? I didn’t remember until I actually hung out with her the past couple of days… We haven’t exactly been inseperable for the past year or so, but we have done the best we can to be there for each other no matter what is going on in our lives.
Fifteen years old. That’s all. Fifteen is all we were when we became best friends. I would drive the ten miles out into the Delta to her house. She lived in a little neighborhood surrounded by the river and the river rats. I loved going there more than anything in the world. We would sit in front of the windows on rainy days and smoke Virginia Slim Ultra light 120 Menthols that we stole from her mother. I would lie to my parents. It was so much fun. Fun.
I had my first kiss. I lost my virginity. I had my first love. All that, thanks to her.
I love you like a sister, SIster. You’re my best friend ever.
Light that fire, fire starter.