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Sun, 11 May 2008

9:11 PM - (no subject)

Sitting in the back garden. With me are the laptop of course, my book Dinner for two and some choc digestives. It's been a scorching hot day and even now at 8.55 I am still sitting in just t-shirt and shorts. The sky is totally clear except for a slither of moon high above in the fading light blue sky.
Now I've set the scene I must confess to having a bit of a wobble. Itunes is on shuffle and it selected Hey there Delilah - the song we used to hear all the time last year in Kefalonia. I looked around at this garden, all the plants that E lovingly planted then abandoned, then I looked up at the moon and listened to the music and for a moment I was back in Kef, remembering looking at the moon there with E, walking along the sea front into Skala. I shed a tear. I miss her.
So, contrast this story with another. 7 years ago today another relationship of mine ended. I suppose in some ways you couldn't call it a relationship and in other ways you could say its never ended! But either way, 7 years ago today was the day she decided not to continue on the path it was heading.
She text me at lunchtime saying hello and that she'd been to see BB last night. So I replied "oh yea, was it a secret?" It made me really angry. I don't really know why. I mean I don't have an issue with her...them..going to see it, I don't own the show but I never understand why she doesn't mention these things. I tell her everything. To me it either means I talk too much and must bore her with my lifes details or her sharing things with me isn't that important to her. As if I'm not the big, special friend I believe I am. And I'm not over reacting about one incident, she does this all the time. Why is her life such a secret? Whichever it is, and as I'm sure you can tell I clearly think its the second option, it does make me sad - and angry. She did reply that she'd been so busy she'd almost forgotten they had tickets but I didn't reply. Instead for about the millionth time in those seven years I spent all day thinking, this has to stop, when will I ever move on?!

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