Dear Jimmy

Sundays I think are the worst days now. There is nothing to distract me on Sundays and I'm always alone. We used to hang out heaps on Sundays too.

When you first went away I convinced myself that you had the short end of the straw. You had to move away, leave everything, your comfort zone, your world, your life. Start new. But that's just it, you can become a whole new person, lead a whole new life. Move on. Is there anything over there that reminds you of me?

Everything back here, reminds me of you.

Each day someone will ask about you. Or in that patronising way ask how I'm doing with their frowned brow and half smile-frown like their whole face doesn't know whether to cheer me up or just leave me miserable, or even worse they applaud me on how well I'm coping with out you (still with that face, not wanting to make any sudden moves). I'm not coping though. Not really. I don't now how to tell people that, I always just used to talk to you about how I felt, and that's why Sundays are the worst days, it's Saturday for you and your too busy to talk.

Mx