Dear diary Mr. Patrick on one of the real bad days.
(I just love mr. Patrick! I like Brody getting a good ending)
9.3.20xx - note
Even after all this time, even after so many other memories, there are still things that hit me in the gut. A kid (god how old was he, 25?) in a suit jacket. He was probably going to a job interview, or maybe on a date.
Sam wouldn’t even be that young anymore.
But,
The time that I spent waiting for him to walk through the door, for something to happen, to just not be alone. It was like it all came crashing back, like I was 18 again and so, so fragile. Like if I didn’t bend to his every whim I’d be left alone in the silence again. Jenna’s a saint, I swear she can read my mind some days and we left.
note to self find her another pair of those socks she likes.
Videochatted with Aries for a little bit, invited them over for dinner. It helped.
Blake’s practice ends at 3:00, so I’ll pick them up and they need some new clothes so that’ll be fun.
God I feel old whenever I see Blake’s style. I’m so far out of the loop. Maybe they’ll explain.
Until then, I’m just here on the porch, listening to Kate practice her drums. For the first time, I’m happy for the noise.