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[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

Love. How quick did you fall?

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[hopsnonstop.livejournal.com]

First sight.

[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

That's really possible?

[hopsnonstop.livejournal.com]

I think so. But she's real special, yo. Special among special, knowhatimean?

An' it ain't just a crush, neither.

[boldbecca.livejournal.com]

a few days... and I'm still falling.

[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

I feel I maybe too...

[ps-guesswhat.livejournal.com]

From the moment I met him.

But I was young, naive .. I really, truly realized we were meant to be when I took his leather jacket and told him that if we ran into each other, it was Fate. And that night, I saw him at a pub where he was singing.

That's when I knew that it was destined. But I knew that I had loved him before that.

[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a fairytale.

[ps-guesswhat.livejournal.com]

*smiles faintly at remembering*

To be honest, it didn't feel real. It didn't feel real until--

*frowns, glancing away*

Well. None of it feels real entirely.

[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

It must be magical, really it does sound it.

[ps-guesswhat.livejournal.com]

It was magical. Very.

[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

Was?

[ps-guesswhat.livejournal.com]

--Yeah.

*bites lip*

He .. Gerry. My husband. He--he died. Three weeks ago.

[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

*touches her arm softly*

I'm sorry.

[ps-guesswhat.livejournal.com]

*initially recoils, then relaxes*

It's -- don't worry about it. It's fine.

Still just getting used to the idea, you know?

[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

*pulls back her hand and then bites her lip, she didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable*

It must be hard for you, having someone there and then them not being there.

[ps-guesswhat.livejournal.com]

*reaches out and touches her arm gratefully*

I appreciate your kindness. I'm sorry. It's just that the last person to touch me was Gerry. I've kept myself locked up in our--my apartment on purpose. I didn't want to lose that feeling, you know?

*glances to the floor, biting back tears*

You're going to think I'm insane, but I still feel him around. I wake up, and I feel his arms around me. I walk around and I hear him singing The Pogues to me with his guitar. I lay in bed and I see him walking around the apartment, trying to get dressed for a gig at the local bar.

He's still there but .. he's not.

[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

I never meant to taint those feelings but. You really should get out more.

[ps-guesswhat.livejournal.com]

*sighs sadly*

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

[redwithfreckles.livejournal.com]

I am sure you will do what is best.