Ambushed. . . . Again

[qos]

It's taken more than a year for me to be able to drive into my old neighborhood -- our old neighborhood (all three of us) -- without having it hurt.

This evening, running ahead of schedule to pick up Wolfling from her dad, I drove north to pick up a treat and was broadsided by memories:

- The diner where I had my first and last meal with _storyteller_, and where Lohain and I had brunch before our wonderful day on the penninsula, and dozens of other meals with both of them

- The doughnut shop where "The Commodore" took his pirate captain lover for a snack during a particularly notable night of passion

- The hardware store where we bought chain

- The stretch of road I was driving along when Lohain said yes, he wanted to live with me, make a home with me, but he felt no urgency. We have time, he said, his growly voice relaxed with peaceful happiness.

I don't drive through this neighborhood often enough to have become accustomed to being here without him -- without them, dammit.

Being here plunges me right back into the pain.

Comments

[elevengirl.livejournal.com]

For an utterly different though remarkably similar reason, I understand. I'll explain that some other time. Tonight, I'll just send hugs.

[qos.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

I'd certainly like to hear more of your story, if/when you feel like sharing. Feel free to send a message through the LJ message system if you don't want to post publically.

[iswari.livejournal.com]

My heart goes out to you, truly.

[makhsihed.livejournal.com]

:-/

*hugs*

[wlotus.livejournal.com]

I know that sensation and am sorry you are feeling it.