Fuel

With the break-up thing that's going on , I've noticed I have more bad days then good. Today is a bad day.

I'm sitting here at work and thinking about the first time I saw him. He came up the front walk of the Manor and knocked on the door, he was wearing a red sweater and long black coat with jeans. We both smiled and I took him on a tour of the house. When we got to the upstairs he reached into his coat and took out a yellow rose with orange tips on the petals.

I feel like I can't wear anything that I wore that day anymore, like I can't wear anything he said looked good on me.

The last time I saw him was when he dropped me off at the airport to fly home. I was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt that had flowers, vines, and a art-deco lady's face on it. Entwined in the flowers and vines are the words 'Languishing in Love'. Foreshadowing much?

He said he liked the shirt a lot....

I haven't worn it since.