No Idea What Matters :: Everything is Wrong

Today began with 6am trip to Trattoria 360 before meeting Daniel to go to the track. Sat at the table waiting for my order where we sat during so many FCA breakfasts. Felt so... off... so... incomplete... so... wrong.

Ferrari Gala tonight. Some other woman (friend) going in your stead. Trying to be excited about it. Am not at all. Would rather know I'm going to drive you home later after having looked at you from across the room all night, feeling that proud happiness that I always felt wanting to burst forth from me, barely able to contain my love and admiration for you because I knew I was with the most fantastic woman on Earth.

You'll be missed by all.

Everything about today feels wrong.

I love you.

I miss you.

And I have no idea if any of this matters to you.

The idea of you being in another's arms feels so... unreal.

Somewhere this all went wrong... and it all still feels wrong.





So wrong.


(P.S. I see that someone is reading this... I have no idea whether it's you or some stranger following my drama... If it is you... FYI, the hair is all gone. Even shorter and more stylish than it ever was before. Everyone loves it. And I just wish you were gliding your fingers over the short, crisp back of it. A fucking shame... to the very end.)

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