Marlas Cancer

Looking Away from Temptation
2003-03-01 04:33:58 (UTC)

What Becomes of the Broken Hearted

Now That Lewis has lost a lot of weight his hand feels
softer and it isn't as engulfing. The only huge in that
truck cab was the novel of words I wanted to throw at him.
I missed him. Dammit I really did. I wanted him to move
back up state. I wanted him working at my university.

Me me me fucking me.

I wanted to cry. Right there ,almost 6 years later, I
wanted to cry. We were alone again on one of the many
streets that he drove down to get me home. This time it
was different. I had been hurt many many time within the
past year. My hubby and about 300 or so people had been
laid off by IBM so I was the only one working. My work
situation was developing into a pulsating ulcer that had
dehydrated me two time within the past year. My car was
fucking tagged by one of the many inconsiderate bastards
that my manager will not fire.
I had be written up by my new district manager over
something that was completely the other manager's fault.
How freakishly odd is it that the other Assistant
Manager's name began with the same first three letter as
my own??

I look over and say that I have missed him as well. He
shakes and lightly squeezes my hand then looks forward at
the traffic. I sink 10 feet back into the new truck couch,
close my eyes and lightly sing to an oldies song on the
radio.

Macado's?
Hmm..? Oh yeah. That'd be great.
Is there anything good at AMC?
No, not really but there is a film at Birkdale that I have
been wanting to see. It called Bloody Sunday. It's about
that massacre in Northern Ireland in the late 1970s. Want
to see it?
Ok, sure.


Later on in an a very ornate bit of stationary Lewis would reveal
that he prob would't have seen the movie, well at least by himself.
Movies such as that make him very uneasy. This would explain the
occasional sliding and leaning through out the film. Several times
our hands made contact and once our knees touch.




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