*Sigh*

It's been a long, trying week.

I'm feeling a little bit better about Poochie, and I thank you guys for the kind words.

As for everything else, I'm not too sure how I feel. It's been two months since Tim and I split, yet I can't get him off of my mind. Even though he's not here, I see him everywhere.

I see him every time I look at the gazebo in my front yard, where he and my dad trimmed the bushes to prepare for my sister's birthday party.

I see him, whenever I walk into the kitchen, leaning over the stove preparing some off-the-wall dish from his mind.

I feel him every time  listen to a song by Billie Holiday or Lois Armstrong.

I think of him every time I visit the bonfire area of our yard, where we had our first kiss.

And my heart aches the most for him when I sit in the Ivy Patch, the place where I first felt love. I've taken to visiting that area quite often. Maybe it's self-torture, but the part of me that still clings to his memory can't let go of that milestone.

This has become the theme song for the Ivy patch, as the Hollow Tree is a direct link to my memories.



 I wish I knew how to make everything right.