yarrow.

by alittlelove

I’m drinking 7-up and listening to Bon Iver.
I never drink 7-up.  So this is weird.
It feels like a surreal day.  Like nothing that is happening is actually happening.  Like I’m in a movie, but I’m watching the movie at the same time.  I’m in a haze.  Nathan gets on a plane to come home tomorrow morning.  I still feel like it isn’t real.  Our meeting will commence with the digging of a grave.  I told him all I wanted to do after that was sit underneath a tree and talk, and then maybe that will turn into my long awaited star gazing with my love.  Then I want to make little yarrow bouquets for the funeral on sunday.

Right now all I can think about is picking yarrow.

Love.

ria.

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