I’ve actually been unable to blog as much as I would like to lately. I’ve been with D and my other friends so much lately, and whenever I am on the computer, my addictions with Sims and The Movies come out.
I made us on the Sims a week before I met D. I was feeling extremely down about you, so I channeled it into sims making. They came out great. We have a daughter and a son.
Anyway, I placed them in a new town that was almost completely empty, along with various other sims I’ve made. I was playing on a different family in said town, and I took my sims to the park. We go there frequently, actually, my sims and I. And every time I’m there, so are our sims. You give me flowers, we kiss often, and we even give each other space. I’ll sit down and read a book on the park bench, you’ll walk around and meet new people or get a drink, but we always go back to each other. It makes me wonder if that’s how things would be if we would have stayed together.
I really wish, even though I’m happy with D now, that we could have just had a little more time.
I have this written down in pretty script. It's a letter I may never send. But I really want you to know:
Your eyes…maybe they’re not pond water. Maybe they’re the light, deep color of a lime flecked with the golden embers of a rare bird. Maybe they’re the gorgeous green of closure and love that grow through your heart, with dips of grey and gold here and there—or perhaps with the light green of a newborn plant around the pupil instead. Whatever you call them, I love them, and the memories within their depth are mine. Mine.