It's the small things in life that get me through the day. Mugs of tea I make in the morning, a task so mundane, it almost completes itself before my eyes are truely open, bubble baths, warm milk boiled at night in the vague hope that it might ward off the insomnia that has stolen countless hours worth of sleep away from me in recent nights. These are the insignificant moments which make up comforting self-pampering daily rituals.
However small they are, these gestures make all the difference in the world when carried out for you by someone else. What good is tea when you have been woken up with a shot of perfect warm pungent italian coffee? What good is a bath devoid of candles and rose petals and more importantly than the cliches, devoid of someone beside you to share the romantic stillness of the moment? What good is a hot water bottle when someone has warmed your feet between theirs? And so the most simple things can cause the most distress in the memory of things equally simple yet infinitely important.
But what is a girl to do? It is impossible to escape the memories. Love may have gone AWOL but unfortunately everything else remains including restaurants, street corners, supermarkets and cold feet in the night. Comfort cannot be restored by withdrawing all that is comforting. Life goes on and though my head remains stubbornly static, in keeping my body moving, maybe one day my mind will follow.
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