I disconnected the Skype call and my face crumpled.
It wasn't really that I was hiding it from Zi. He knew. And I'd been crying during our call anyway. He just doesn't like to end the call when I'm crying. He waits until I've recovered. So I waited, hung up, and cried again.
I put on his sweater and sprayed it down with his cologne. And cried.
It was cold in the house, so I went outside and chopped up a little bit of kindling (a mean feat while crying), called a girlfriend to cry to, started a fire, hugged my dog, tried to do some work, listened to Urdu/Hindi music, made popcorn, texted with Zi for a little bit, and watched a Bollywood movie.
It wasn't really that I was hiding it from Zi. He knew. And I'd been crying during our call anyway. He just doesn't like to end the call when I'm crying. He waits until I've recovered. So I waited, hung up, and cried again.
I put on his sweater and sprayed it down with his cologne. And cried.
It was cold in the house, so I went outside and chopped up a little bit of kindling (a mean feat while crying), called a girlfriend to cry to, started a fire, hugged my dog, tried to do some work, listened to Urdu/Hindi music, made popcorn, texted with Zi for a little bit, and watched a Bollywood movie.
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