Dear Larcy
I’d like to tell you about my weekend. It was divine-divine to hear your voice on Friday –
I worry for our sanities at this time. But, we will survive and thrive. It is the way.
Thank you for keeping my investments safe. Keep them, we may still need them.
I’m okay though. I am strong, I am willed, I am true. Nothing else matters, does it? I
won’t speak of that again.
I had the best sleep of all time on Friday night. The best sleep. Our favourite pap puts up
with a hell of a lot from me. Including getting up and making me tea at 2am. When did i get
so lucky? How? I won’t question again. I’ll say this – I danced at breakfast and not even
seeing my high school nemesis annoyed me.
I am happy, and joyful. And smiling. Does anything else really matter?
Saturday we went to the beach. I lay in the sun in my garish bikini and thought of you. How
on the day of your wedding, Craig and the boys went to the beach. Hehe4. How on the day of
your wedding, I was not there. I am sorry – I should have licked your face more frequently?
How strange. I know you wouldn’t have made me wear ugly shoes. Hehe4.
Went to the AAAA benefit on Saturday night. You were right – to quote you “oh anne is going
to luuuuuuurve him”. And she did, and she does. She is well, and beautiful, and strong and
direct. I am so proud of her. Her belief in the things she does astounds me. Her faith in
herself and those she loves inspires me. You would have loved Saturday. Yes, I saw many
people, everyone commented on how good I looked and I thought “did i really look that crap
before?” Hehe4. I danced a little, laughed a lot, saw ross (he leaves for the uk on monday,
by the way. be sure to do the necessary should you swoon on by). Oh, as we arrived, a tank
and her partner were just leaving. Potholes were left in the road by their hairy feet. I am
a bitch, aren’t I? Now THERE’S a wedding I’m glad I won’t be “corseting” to. Will was with
us, and in the smoking room, I thought of you again. It doesn’t seem that long ago that we
were sat there, gossiping and talking with Rox and Dave. Funny part is, this time I’m truly
smiling. I’m not afraid anymore. I saw Minty and Arc. They look swell.
You know how I always run off on little missions to find people? It’s funny. I don’t need
to do that any more. I don’t have that drive or gut feeling or desire. I’m exactly where
I want to be with him beside me. Does that make sense? I’m still revelling, every minute,
knowing that he is there. I am in a constant fuckwow moment. And I would have thought,
knowing me, that it would have ended by now. It has most definitely not. In fact, quite the
opposite. It becomes more fuckwow daily. I am quietened by the bliss that was summoned
through a purge. Only you, Larcy, will understand the true meaning of that line. It’s not
what you think, folks.
Over breakfast this morning, I was quietly chomping on my toastie and thinking to myself
“this is another one of those music videos i wish i could send you”. It was then that I
knew there’d be a sickbag today. Waha. Actually, in context of today, a sickbag is quite
fitting. Haha. Matt will laugh at the irony of this.
I am home now. Showered, clean, waiting for Cam to come home from her Daddyo’s. I’m smiling
and baffing. All is well with me. How are you?
I’ll end here, before I go round and round in circles. The only thing missing from today is
you stealing my tea. Hehe4.
Love,
Cath