December 21
It is just after midnight and the snow has come back, batting those white slut lashes at my window. The white box, tightly wound with packing tape, sits in front of me and I am naked. My apartment is very warm, and the radiator has been hissing for quite a while.
I have given in to Ben and the diaries. Once awakened by the pound cakes the packed away memories were too alluring. I also have an incredible amount of free time on my hands and am still too pissed at Auntie Flora to go see her.
I stare at the white box. I’m not afraid. I will read these things and then burn them. It will be another ritual, similar to my celibacy journey or my late night baths. I will destroy that part of my life, and I’m sure this will trigger the universe to bring Swan and I together. I will i
