"Preston! What are you doing?"
"I'm running in stilettos!"
"Why?!"
"They need a broom!"

Sullivan was there tonight. He gave me a hug. We talked. We laughed. It was great. He said he'll come visit me at the Diner. There's always a crowd around that man. My heart lit up when I saw him. ((I don't accept drinks from men with no necks)) I wish he could come back next year. Just for me, Sullivan, it'll be my last year here. Just one more show. I'd let my shins bleed for Lilly.

Usually I can handle this. But I've been madly in love the past week. Then sometimes I realized how much things are going to change. Maybe that's why I've been so strange. Everyday I get a little more neurotic when I think about Miles leaving. It scares me because I really don't know If I could deal with it rationally, him being gone, where people still die. Two weeks is deadly. Four years is unimaginable. I'll be one of those violet souls, and they'll name a widow's walk after me.


Everyday is a very long time.

ash @ 11:36 PM