The Runaway Post

I wrote about my day but LJ ate it. But I'm too pooped to write again so suffice to say: I survived my job interview. Go me!

Ache

I just checked my voicemail and Scott called saying he'd sent off my book today. Just hearing his voice again made my tummy go funny. I called back and left a message thanking him, and saying I still felt weird about things and wished I could talk or email with him, but I'd understand if he didn't want to.

I don't know what I'd say to him. It just makes me ache to have once been so warm with a person and now to not be.