no mom, do not ask that relative if they want to talk to me next on the phone.
On the other hand, my nose flaring abilities are pretty good
For some reason I thought about this a lot as a kid
Literally everything hurts without him.
I miss the way he walks, I miss his warm chest, I miss his cute nicknames, I miss his voice, I miss his soft hair, I miss his room, I miss his lips, I miss his nose, I miss his laugh, his, smile, his pouty faces.
Everything reminds me of him.
The empty passenger seat, the note to remind me to turn off the car, the songs that he used to sing so loudly and off key, the way he groaned when I played my country songs and driving me crazy by tellimg me every time a yellow light came up.
I feel so empty. It’s been 2 days and I don’t know how to go on. People say take it one day at a time, well they don’t take into account the sleepless nights and the aching minutes that pass by during the lonely days.
He’s not even thinking about me. He wants to be with others.
But how am I supposed to go on when I spent every waking moment for the past 18 months with him.
There is just a void that’s left.
He wants to try again in the future. What am I supposed to do until then.
—Marie Antoinette (2006)
Just so everyone is clear, the handsome Black man tutoring Marie Antoinette is Joseph Boulogne, classical musician extraordinaire whose work influenced Mozart’s. This has been your Western music history tidbit of the day. Adieu!
*just leaves this here*