I finally finished my book.
I finished it happily of course. Since I can't have one why not fictional me.
I entered it. There's rounds. I passed round one. Most did so, not a big deal.
My therapist Doc Jenny said I should try this exercise where I spend a whole hour of thinking of our only happy moments.
But they turn into fake moments.
I found a memory when I found you crying and I asked if you were okay.
All you said was..
"Sure I'm fine." And now I'm the one saying that to people. Oh, how big of a lie that word is.
I'm so sorry, Benny.
