The Cheshire Cat

Dear __________________

It’s been two whole days since I ended things. I question my decision every second. I miss you like crazy. There are a million things a day I want to tell you. Like I didn’t throw up during my bilat yesterday. Go me! I’ve barely eaten since Sunday, constantly nauseated.

But another friend rescued me last night and we went to the Cheshire Cat. I’m pretty sure we went there for your 23rd birthday. The first time you ever really invited me to anything.

But the fish and chips last night were amazing, when I wasn’t wondering what you were doing.

Published by april

40 something woman, living life in Canada's Capital. Writing, or trying to.

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