I'm sharing again. I sat in your office here at home and dissolved. Your essence is there, your handwriting triggers emotions I thought I'd be able to control but of course I dissolve and then I have to get out. Baz and Hez are going to sort it whilst I'm in holiday in Lanzarote but then you truly will be gone. It's a shrine now but in November it will be a room again. None of your essence remaining. Is that what I should do darling? Why can't you tell me? Why can't I make a simple decision? Procrastination isn't me. You know that.
My modelling attempts continue. I've got a portfolio now. You'd be proud of me wouldn't you? The exact opposite to Twiggy. Should I be Oaky? You'd say something clever and funny and we'd laugh together I miss your laugh. I miss you. I miss us.