Posted by Moore on April 12, 2004 at 16:30:00:
I sold, no rented a booth to a trapper, but I can't recall his name.
I have a meeting with someone at the castle, but I don't know with who, or what the meeting is about.
Diana left. Left our room, my bed, me.
She packed her duffle and walked out.
I canceled the journey to the southern towns in the Provence. I adjourned early today. I have no enthusiasm to conduct business.
I am alone.
I am usually alone, but I have never minded before. People are stupid, untrustworthy, disappointing, and a little bit scary. I prefer being alone. But I miss HER. She introduced me to things I never knew I needed.
Now that she is gone, I know what I am without. Curse her for showing me happiness, then ripping it away! How can I carry on without someone that had become so integral to my life, to my heart?
I miss Diana.
I miss her wit, her charm, her playfulness, her body. I turned to her several times today to talk with her, but she wasn't there.
I think I loved her.
I came here to gain wealth, but instead found her, a far greater treasure.
I have lost her, and I don't know why.
This pain is unbearable.
I am bereft.