28 October 2003

mac.off

your .mac email will expire tomorrow, love.

another little death. another small stab in the heart.
you were so fond of it, my little silly macaholic. you were laughing of how my emails overtook most of the storage, and refused to delete even silliest of them. you were checking it first thing in the morning, with a glass of water and a cigarette.

it's gone.
it's no more.

one less thing for me to remember you by.
one less excuse to say "my love" with the same tenderness and sincerity you used to say to me.
one less piece of you in this world.

heartbroken,
your lark.