I suppose it was one of the longest break-ups around. From onset to death: 5 months. It was awful for the most part. Today she and I finally buried it and talked about what things were and are and how finally neither of us are crazy anymore. Not about anything relating to each other anyway. I'm so drained I can hardly manage to muster this. An exahustion so complete it feels like the early flu.

I need you and quilts and a couple days of cure. We shouldn't be doing this alone.