It’s ridiculous, whenever I visit I know I should be writing.

As I sit here a bottle of wine later, I realize that I miss him.
If he were here, he would watch Sex and The City with me and laugh or try to shove his finger into my ear. I’ve never really cared for all the silliness but for a time it was comforting to have him here.

I’m not one of those who needs to get married – but is it the stupid show? He’s not the one I pictured myself with but for some reason he fit. I felt safe, warm and couldn’t get enough of him when he would wrap his arms around me or let me sleep on his chest; something I never did with anyone else. When I was married to Owen so many years ago I would take his hand and lay it out and rest my face inside of his palm; it fit perfectly. That was the last time I ever was that close to someone. Is it like an astrological Saturn Return? Every ten or so years you find someone you can cuddle up to?

I know I should post the second chapter of my novel – for christs sake I’m on chapter 10 but I will hold off until another day – maybe go public. For now, I’ll write about a tiny broken heart and hope that I don’t bore you.

Another fish lost to the sea – once again.