Dear Kitty,
I spent all of Sunday cleaning and waiting for Mum to get back. She's home now, and it's brilliant to see her again! She had a great time, and brought back t-shirts for William and I - my favourite says 'to get the rainbow, you have to go through the rain'. Dad gets back on Thursday, and Cecily and Andrew arrive on Saturday night.
Dan and I met on our bench at eleven on Monday, and went to Starbucks before heading to the library. We spent about six hours in there, just reading and reading and reading. He read the first volume of 'Immortal Rain' and then read 'Coram Boy' - I wanted him to read either 'Popco' or 'The Fault In Our Stars', but they didn't have either of them, so I instead grabbed the nearest book I'd read and enjoyed (and I have read 'Coram Boy' far too many times). I read two volumes of 'Fruits Basket', three of 'Chobits', one of 'Absolute Boyfriend', a book called 'Style Me Vintage', and Dan got me to read Terry Pratchett's 'Guards! Guards!' and 'I Am Legend'. We went to Franks afterwards, where he beat me at Scrabble (again!) and then I almost beat him but we ran out of time - making the scores 9-15. We left for Cinema City after that, where they were showing a film called 'Amour', that won the Palme D'Or at Cannes this year. I'm not surprised - it was absolutely incredible, and I cried for the whole last half hour. It really was stunning, and terribly, terribly sad. I'm glad we saw it, though (but the subtitles weren't great so I stopped reading them after a while. It was so good to hear Parisians speak again!). We talked about films all the way back to his, then spent half an hour giggling and then, finally, got undressed and went to bed. When we'd finished cuddling, we curled up to go to sleep - and then I suddenly couldn't stop crying. I know why, but I don't really want to write about it. Of course, being me, I couldn't tell Dan what was wrong.
I don't think either of us got much sleep that night. I woke up over and over again, staring into the darkness and trying to clear my head. He woke up whenever I woke up, because he does that, and I tried to pretend I was asleep every time (I'm fairly sure he knew I was awake). I finally woke up at about seven this morning, and so did Dan. I could hardly bring myself to look at him - I hate crying in front of people - and we must have been lying in bed for about three hours. He kept his arms around me, and I tried not to start crying again. He asked me what the matter had been, and I honestly did try to tell him, but I simply couldn't say anything. It was horrible, and I felt (no, still feel) incredibly guilty. He got me to smile properly at around ten, made me a cup of tea, and then we just cuddled and made out etc. until one. He walked me into town, and we bought Christmas cards to send to each others' parents. We ended up browsing the games in CEX (I bought Rayman and The Simpsons Game), and then we bought biscuits and milkshakes, and then we just sat and waited for the bus.
Dan is very patient with me, and I'm grateful for that.
Yours,
Chessie
I spent all of Sunday cleaning and waiting for Mum to get back. She's home now, and it's brilliant to see her again! She had a great time, and brought back t-shirts for William and I - my favourite says 'to get the rainbow, you have to go through the rain'. Dad gets back on Thursday, and Cecily and Andrew arrive on Saturday night.
Dan and I met on our bench at eleven on Monday, and went to Starbucks before heading to the library. We spent about six hours in there, just reading and reading and reading. He read the first volume of 'Immortal Rain' and then read 'Coram Boy' - I wanted him to read either 'Popco' or 'The Fault In Our Stars', but they didn't have either of them, so I instead grabbed the nearest book I'd read and enjoyed (and I have read 'Coram Boy' far too many times). I read two volumes of 'Fruits Basket', three of 'Chobits', one of 'Absolute Boyfriend', a book called 'Style Me Vintage', and Dan got me to read Terry Pratchett's 'Guards! Guards!' and 'I Am Legend'. We went to Franks afterwards, where he beat me at Scrabble (again!) and then I almost beat him but we ran out of time - making the scores 9-15. We left for Cinema City after that, where they were showing a film called 'Amour', that won the Palme D'Or at Cannes this year. I'm not surprised - it was absolutely incredible, and I cried for the whole last half hour. It really was stunning, and terribly, terribly sad. I'm glad we saw it, though (but the subtitles weren't great so I stopped reading them after a while. It was so good to hear Parisians speak again!). We talked about films all the way back to his, then spent half an hour giggling and then, finally, got undressed and went to bed. When we'd finished cuddling, we curled up to go to sleep - and then I suddenly couldn't stop crying. I know why, but I don't really want to write about it. Of course, being me, I couldn't tell Dan what was wrong.
I don't think either of us got much sleep that night. I woke up over and over again, staring into the darkness and trying to clear my head. He woke up whenever I woke up, because he does that, and I tried to pretend I was asleep every time (I'm fairly sure he knew I was awake). I finally woke up at about seven this morning, and so did Dan. I could hardly bring myself to look at him - I hate crying in front of people - and we must have been lying in bed for about three hours. He kept his arms around me, and I tried not to start crying again. He asked me what the matter had been, and I honestly did try to tell him, but I simply couldn't say anything. It was horrible, and I felt (no, still feel) incredibly guilty. He got me to smile properly at around ten, made me a cup of tea, and then we just cuddled and made out etc. until one. He walked me into town, and we bought Christmas cards to send to each others' parents. We ended up browsing the games in CEX (I bought Rayman and The Simpsons Game), and then we bought biscuits and milkshakes, and then we just sat and waited for the bus.
Dan is very patient with me, and I'm grateful for that.
Yours,
Chessie
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