Liz

*sighs*

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Dear May,

You've been unkind to me in the most heinous ways possible. You've robbed me off things I couldn't have imagined living without. You took away things that meant the most to me. You've been brutal to me. You've hurt me. You've been unfair to me, and exceedingly so.

You have not the slightest remorse, do you? You're ruthless.

I shall never forget all that you've brought unto me, and neither shall I ever forgive.

Ann.

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"Is that all?"

“Then you and I should bid good-bye for a little while?"
I suppose so, sir."
And how do people perform that ceremony of parting, Jane? Teach me; I'm not quite up to it."
They say, Farewell, or any other form they prefer."
Then say it."
Farewell, Mr. Rochester, for the present."
What must I say?"
The same, if you like, sir."
Farewell, Miss Eyre, for the present; is that all?"
Yes."
It seems stingy, to my notions, and dry, and unfriendly. I should like something else: a little addition to the rite. If one shook hands for instance; but no--that would not content me either. So you'll do nothing more than say Farewell, Jane?"
It is enough, sir; as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many."
Very likely; but it is blank and cool--'Farewell.”

- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

I think it's about time I read it again.

I miss you Lizzu Pizzu.

...  *sighs*

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0229: Wide awake

So, I woke up at this hour with, as if, a bad taste in my mouth. The bad taste of an incomprehensible annoyance, i reckon. I woke up feeling unloved, un-cherished, unsolicited(?), if I may go on to say... Exhausted. Tired. Feelings that are not even close to what I had last in my mind before I surrendered myself to slumber.

Those are outrageously berserk feelings to come across in the middle of night, right out of nowhere- me thinks.

*sighs*

I'd like to go back sleep now.

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I was putting up this hanger on the door a while ago; and as I hammered in the nails, recollections of my pretty fluffball hammered my mind.

I wish she was here to watch me, in her particular avid supervisory manner, as I worked.

You simply loved doing that, didn't you, my lil fluffball?

I miss you Liz. I miss you all the time. Mum misses you too baby.

The most mundane of every day chores remind us of you. There's not a moment that passes by, without one of us letting out a cold sigh remembering you, wishing you were here with us, with all your snowey furriness.

K was heart broken hearing about her Snowey too, Liz. She misses you too.

*sighs*

I have to work on my goodbyes.

And six hundred and eighty eight other things.

....

... Allah saa'iin!

*sighs*

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Lizzu, we miss you, my precious furball.

I wish I could shut my eyes tightly, pray to Allah saaiin for all this to be the worst nightmare, and wake up to find you cuddled into yourself beside me.

*sighs*

I wish I could return home from work, and find you there. I wish you could nuzzle with my feet, in your own sillie welcoming manner, like you did every evening.

I'm sorry Liz, I couldn't save you...

*sighs*

I need somebody...

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Elizabeth...

'Dear Allah saaiin,

Liz isn't well. She's too sick to even move on her own. She won't even open up her blue marble eyes at times. She won't even move hear ears like a radar and respond when her name's called out. She...'

An incomplete post in my drafts from yesterday. I don't have to finish it anymore, do I?

Lizzu, we're gonna miss you so bad. I'm sorry you had to go through all that pain, my furball. I'm so sorry my chouttoo baby.

Let's be honest

'Who has a right over you?'

I feel like an object all of sudden, a piece of property.

There are rights attached to me; an entitlement, yes? Like the bundle of rights, per se?

Damn you, reality checks.