The Scent of My Man
I change my bed linen every week and I was supposed to change it a week ago, the day he left.
But I couldn't. I couldn't bear to part from the last thing he left behind. His scent on the sheets, the pillows. Today I did the laundry. Fitted bottom sheet, top sheet, duvet cover and five out of six pillowcases. I kept one pillow untouched, the pillow I hold every night, the pillow I snuggle with and breathe into.
The pillow I fall asleep holding every night, as though I'm still holding him.
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I say it doesn't get washed by anyone other than him, personally.
I think that sounds about right.
;)
I've said it before and I will keep saying it until it happens. You two MUST find a way to be together permanently.
Am I nagging yet?
Hey John, good idea - and a couple other loads of washing too :;
Anna - keep nagging *L*....we're working on it, exploring all our possibilities to make the best decision. Soon, that is our one goal :)
I swear Fi, I don't know how you do it. My heart would have broken in two by now.
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