spent the day alone

then my friend B came over at like 9 and we hung out for almost 4 hours.  I really appreciate having so many friends who are therapists, it makes sense for me.  We've been discussing our childhoods a lot lately.  I read her some of my novel, talking about what family dinner was like for me, and it was nice to share it with someone who understands.  I'm glad she's here and I'm glad I have a good friend who lives 2 blocks away.

On that note, my new house has been a month now, and it's lowered my level of stress by quite a bit.  I thought a lot about Big Dog tonight and how much I just want to talk to her. There is so much that I have to say and so much that I want to discuss.  I'm really worried we aren't gonna be close again which sucks because I have so much love for her.  I'm drunk off wine, so this will be a short one, but damn, I wish we could talk.  Maybe I'm naive, but I often feel like just talking will make us realize we love each other and that the disagreements were of less significance than the care we had for each other.  Maybe I'm naive, maybe I don't ever want to stop being naive