05/22/22 @12:27 AM
I write this as my boyfriend is soundly asleep next to me. There was a big thunderstorm today, it knocked neighbouring fences and trees down, as well as causing the power to turn off in the entire city. It's been a good 9 hours since I had power, and it really makes me realize how incredibly good I have it. Walking around the halls with a lantern holding a battery operated candle in it is simply iconic. But anyway, this power outage is only relevant to the text to clarify that I'll need to post this whenever it returns. But the original date of the text is saved.
I was going to write a couple of days ago. Nickon had done something that for a minute reminded me of you.
*Oh my good god, he just turned over to scratch his head and I've never felt my heart beat out of my chest faster than before. It's like my little secret, writing to you. Except, you've never written back, and I'm pathetic.
Anyway, he had been joking around about something, and for a few seconds, he sounded and acted like you. It'd be too confusing to write down the context of the familiar mannerism, but just trust me when I say it's something you'd totally do. In that moment of him doing so, I became so happy, just for such a small moment. And it pains me to know that the only reason it really made me laugh is that it reminded me how funny you were and how much I loved your humour.
I don't even know why I started to write this chapter, I think just from how unhappy I am I wanted to look at old things of you to remind me of the good times. But, wanted to pretend I was ranting to you first. Ranting about how again, how unhappy I am in my current state of being.
*While I would've liked to continue this, and look at old photos, he's just turned over so I should probably end this.
Goodnight T.
- J
