Archive for September 30th, 2008

Big girls don’t cry

But oh, we do.

I returned home to an empty flat. No Kevin. None of his things. An echo left behind in place of the HiFi, the golf clubs, the LPs, the CDs, the tennis shoes, the —

That is what I haven’t told you. We’ve split up. Until now we were splitting up. Now he’s gone, and I have no idea if I did the right thing when I started the whole ball rolling.

Because I am to blame. I know that. But how, and why, I will not tell.

And trust me, big girls do cry, as do small vikings.


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