39 days til we move

Jacob is at the Buzadi's. With Henry. It turned cold. They are in Etobicoke. A drive away I am about to make. Larry was mad because I always act superior he said about how he is attached to things and I am not. And people, he said, unfairly. Which I pointed out. But we didn't talk about.

I was lying down in bed. My heart was hurting from the argument we had, which the second round was no yelling but he described how I was talking to him like a litany. Only he didn't use that word.

It's hard to write about the heart usually. Usually it comes out all cliche. But it was hurting because I was thinking, this is the person I love? And I was thinking I wish he would come to get me. That's the best sign, when the person you loves comes to get you. And I heard him approaching but it was just him on the way to the bathroom.

But then he did. And he said that. About me always acting superior and hating it. And left. But I said to come back. And he came back. And I said thank you for telling me how you feel.

There was going to be a good ending with an insight about the heart but now Larry is cooking something and keeping talking to me and also I have to go get Jacob in a minute. And I can't remember what it was.