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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Preface to Monday's post.

I hooked up an external hard drive the other day to figure out whether it worked. I'd had problems with it in the past, but today it worked.

It's an old HDD that I used to use with my old macbook white and I did all my backups on there.

When the disk mounted I was surprised but happy that I could get back into my old files.

I went searching for my old "documents" file. It's my hidden, locked file that I keep with all my blog pics but also excerpts from communication with Rob too.
There's even a wonky pic of him I took on the fly the first time we met. There are a few things I copied from skype conversations, one was a story about him and I in an elevator which was hot. Another was just some random conversation. My favourite though was a story he wrote to me on skype just a few words at a time. It took forever for him to write it since it was just snippets.
It was a story about a walk in the countryside near where he lives. It was full of little typos and there were no real sentences but I loved the story, it was capable of conjuring the images and even smells of that walk.

With his permission I wrote it up making it into a real story with sentences and paragraphs. I wanted to  post it here but I don't think I ever did.

So I'm going to post it... It's fairly long, so sorry for the length, but it's worth reading to the end. The end made me cry when I read it today, he admitted to me that I am the girl in the story.

I miss Rob. I haven't seen him on skype or talked to him in months now. We've texted a couple times, and I sent him some pics but no "real" interaction. So this is how I get by... reading old stuff and going through pictures.

*update since I wrote this (yesterday) I talked to Rob today on Skype, there's not much to say except that I'm still hooked.*

2 comments:

  1. It's easy to get hooked.....

    I'm looking forward to reading the story, Skype, IM, messaging, chat, they all force our writing in to strange and twisted configurations, but we still get our stories out, and they still turn us on.

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