I can’t sleep again. My mind is turning over and over itself. I haven’t been trying for very long, but I know any further attempts will be futile.
I keep thinking about Julian. Trying to reason with myself that his wellbeing is no longer my responsibility. Yet, I can’t seem to rid myself of this habit to worry about him.
I don’t love him. Not in the way I used to. In truth, those emotions have been dying slowly for months. To the point where, by the time I ended things, I didn’t mourn the relationship we had. I mourned the one we used to be.
I kick off the blankets and decide to go for a walk. Dressing in yoga pants and a t-shirt, I start to head outside to the garden when I see a light on in Adrian’s study.
He’s probably busy. Then again, I haven’t given him the weekly report abo
