That shit is rare 
Groggy from a poor nights sleep I answered the unknown number – half expecting my stalker to be on the rampage again. It was my ex though – he’d locked himself outside his house with no car keys. He sounded panicky – I just dressed and asked my daughter to get her coat on – she was great – didn’t murmur and the dog jumped happily into the footwell of the car.
When I got there 30 minutes later he was on his doorstep playing with the cat from up the road. He was thinner I saw and was pleased to see me. I grabbed the DVD’s and the hoover. It’s bag was chocca. He laughed – mumbled something about getting new ones. I was proud of myself – I didn’t yearn or pine or even hope. I didn’t even have a grain of hope. I came home and worked and then after the BT engineer had corrected my connection I saw the man about the windows and was a bit flummoxed – I think he may just be using his undeniable charm to get a sale and just like the fool who fell for the younger man in love routine for 5 years I fell for the salesman falling in love routine. He was lovely but he strikes me as fickle and maybe even shallow. So I’m
restless tonight – I did a late interview with someone for the US and I just haven’t switched off. Last night I watched a very sad film called the notebook and it stayed with me all night. It showed a breed of love that transcended time and obstacles and I suddenly felt that I absolutely deserved that for myself and how now it had eluded me for over 25 years
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