Rob
I spent most of my days yearning for Anna. Every moment I wasn’t focusing all my energy on acting, she’d occupy my mind. My new project had me playing a young widower. The cameras got all my longing and pent-up frustration. The director kept telling me I was going too dark. What did he know about true longing? About true bereavement? I was grieving the loss of the love of my life. Only to be friends with her was t*****e. I couldn’t touch her and it drove me crazy.
Knowing we were so far apart, in different countries, didn’t help either. We texted on and off, tip-toeing around each other, trying to be normal in a screwed-up situation. Now she’d gone to Denmark on holiday. Even further away from me. She told me she’d be unavailable to talk or e-mail while she focused her attention on b
