So today was the last day I will see Joanna for a very, very long time. It was a bittersweet ending to one of the more astounding and weird summers I've had in my life; I sat there while she finished her last turnover for a room, helped her clean her cottage, and watched her pack.
And now, for all I know, I may never see her again. She will now fade to the area of my life where the non-involvers stay. It's all over, baby blue; the summer has officially passed on for me. A quiet goodbye, and her final "thank you for everything". I took a bow, and then -- she was gone. Off to Kennebunk for a dinner with her boss, Glenda. Right now she sleeps her last night in Wells, and tomorrow, she sleeps her last night in America.
Despite all the troubles, she means more to me than the world. I told her I loved her earlier in the summer; I stand by that. For all the hardship, her sweetness and candor and faith in me was unwavering.
I'm glad I can apparently make goodbyes read like eulogies.
Zombiesdontrun, Ian and I might be hitting up SG Burlesque in Boston next Wednesday. ZDR needs to see some hot dancing tattooed women to push over the hump of his girlfriend dumping him, Ian... just needs a release, and I just wanna go because -- c'mon -- it's SG Burlesque. I have to see what it's like, just once. Trailers likely do it no favors.
I get the feeling I should've planned ahead on the whole "crashing at the apartment for a few days" deal. I haven't changed my clothes since 8:30 Sunday night. I do have a change of shirt in the trunk of my car, at least. Not much else, though. Makes me wonder how long one pair of jeans can be worn in a row.
At least some good things mixed in with the bad today. I'll be in a bit of a funk with Joanna gone, but I'll still have the Burlesque show to look forward to, followed immediately with Domino and Elizabethtown being previewed the next day -- one movie after the other. I also came up with the ending for a movie that I really like, and then thought up the movie based on the ending. Inspiration in the seperation.
And I got a free pizza, to boot.
And now, for all I know, I may never see her again. She will now fade to the area of my life where the non-involvers stay. It's all over, baby blue; the summer has officially passed on for me. A quiet goodbye, and her final "thank you for everything". I took a bow, and then -- she was gone. Off to Kennebunk for a dinner with her boss, Glenda. Right now she sleeps her last night in Wells, and tomorrow, she sleeps her last night in America.
Despite all the troubles, she means more to me than the world. I told her I loved her earlier in the summer; I stand by that. For all the hardship, her sweetness and candor and faith in me was unwavering.
I'm glad I can apparently make goodbyes read like eulogies.
Zombiesdontrun, Ian and I might be hitting up SG Burlesque in Boston next Wednesday. ZDR needs to see some hot dancing tattooed women to push over the hump of his girlfriend dumping him, Ian... just needs a release, and I just wanna go because -- c'mon -- it's SG Burlesque. I have to see what it's like, just once. Trailers likely do it no favors.
I get the feeling I should've planned ahead on the whole "crashing at the apartment for a few days" deal. I haven't changed my clothes since 8:30 Sunday night. I do have a change of shirt in the trunk of my car, at least. Not much else, though. Makes me wonder how long one pair of jeans can be worn in a row.
At least some good things mixed in with the bad today. I'll be in a bit of a funk with Joanna gone, but I'll still have the Burlesque show to look forward to, followed immediately with Domino and Elizabethtown being previewed the next day -- one movie after the other. I also came up with the ending for a movie that I really like, and then thought up the movie based on the ending. Inspiration in the seperation.
And I got a free pizza, to boot.