The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Day 5

Day 5, May 16th

I don’t have anything to write about, so I think I’ll tell you about Claryse. She was always so in control. She swept around like she owned the world, and she may as well have, the way people noticed her. She was beautiful, the prettiest girl at the modeling agency. She always had somewhere to be, something to be doing.

The first time we met, I had been bring my laundry back from the Laundromat and she bumped into me. I dropped my clothes and she, being the kind person she is, helped me pick them up and carry them back to my place. She stayed for coffee and we hit it off. She took me along with her to a club in the heart of the city with her friends, and after that we just stayed together.

I miss her so much. Even her name brings me joy to overcome my sadness. Claryse, Claryse, Claryse. It’s poetry. She always joked that I was sappy, but it’s all true when it comes to her.

I should go now. It’s getting late.