We've moved to our new home, and I'm still unpacking. I've returned to the old place every other day to get it ready for our new tenants, and each visit brings back memories of Keisha. Our new place is beautiful, and I am grateful to D for all his efforts to make me happy.
I wish I could put Keish behind and get on with life, but it's hard to move on. Keish didn't have to die - if only I had loved her half as much as I love Alberto, she would have been saved in time.
I don't know how long I want to continue to just do nothing but sleep. Anyway, it's not like I have a choice. I can barely keep my eyes open these days.Share |