Had a smack down moment today. While in the shower I was rinsing my hair w/ head back. I opened my eyes and there it was. One of BF's hairs stuck on the tile. I have to admit I usually clean from about waist height down, if I do the upper tiles it's a pretty quick go over. He was quite a bit taller than me. He left in February. Sometimes it scarcely seems real that he was here in my house for 4 yrs. Yet here's the evidence that he was. Don't know why it affected me so much. It's different than finding a left behind belonging. This is a piece of him. Kind of freaked me out. It's proof that he was here, that he loved me. That this was his shower and his house too. Kooky sounding, I'm sure. But I can't help it.
Lola, do you think I could make a spell out of this? {Kidding, of course!}
