TTS: Interludes of Life

22:10 p.m., Sunday, 19 June 2016

My soulmate's found someone else. Someone who can love him better than I was capable of loving, given the circumstances.

I can't tell you how happy I am for him.

I know it might seem a little questionable and weird that I'd say this, but I truly am. He's one of the most beautiful souls I've known, and he deserves just as much beauty in his life. We made an 'instinctual agreement' that it would be selfish of either of us to prevent each other from being with other people if necessary. It was a love so pure, so genuinely vested in the other's happiness, that possession would've ruined it.

I've never felt a love like that -- a love free of obligations and attachment. It was as natural as it gets. And he loved me dearly.

I hope he knows how happy he made me.

I still love him and wish him well.

TTS: Interludes of Life

22:54 p.m., Wednesday, 15 June 2016

Thank the Universe it's a holiday tomorrow! Normally I don't touch wine (or any alcoholic beverage, sadly) on a weekday, but it's a mid-week Friday... so, to hell with rules.

I'm home alone, with the TV off. I can't tell you what joy having the tube off all night brings me. I'll listen to music or read all day, but, Lord have mercy, that device is the only devil I know (...but it's ok to dance with the devil occasionally when he has your favourite TV shows on).

If there's something I must tell you, it's that nailing quirkiness and irreverence in advertising hasn't been my strongest suit lately, folks, but I'm still working on it. It's. Fugging. Hard. Harder than landing on the moon, I tell ya. (I've actually gotten to the point where I enjoy getting criticism on my copy because I know She's on her way, anyway. Like, "Hi babe! I've been expecting you. Here's your favourite seat; can I get your coat? You need coffee or tea? Was it my tone or my angle this time? You can talk to me, baby.")

But I prefer that over empty praises any day.

I'll own that cow and its milk before you know it. Her tail is mine.

Enough about work.

 Goodnight