Rem sent me a message this morning to say that he has been in contact with Ashton, and everything is still fine in Chicago, so there is nothing to be concerned about. That he or Sandon will be in touch if needed. It’s always in the back of my mind, but Forrest seems to be overtaking the majority of my thoughts these days. And that’s a far better use of my energy.

It’s been two days since I had my first session with Cherie, and something is shifting in me. I feel like I’ve been sleeping better, although I don’t really know for sure. The only way I can tell is the way I feel when I wake up in the morning. The last two mornings I may have woken up a little stiff and sore, but I didn’t feel the heaviness of the other mornings since all this started again.

Sadly, I know it’s not because Forrest has been sneaking into bed with me that I feel better, so it has to be Cherie. I’m going back in tonight for another session, but this time I know what to expect, so I’ll be taking the ibuprofen before I even go.

Thinking about the breakfasts I have been eating the last few days, I’m sure the exercise will actually help my waistline. Normally I’m not a sweet breakfast person, but the blueberry pancakes yesterday were to die for, and then this morning, I actually laughed out loud as I opened his note and then looked down at the clear plastic container it was attached to that was full of fresh fruit salad. Picking it up and rereading the card now makes me smile again as I run today’s green ribbon through my fingers.

Morning, tutti frutti.

I can hear you complaining about your clothes not fitting you.

This should help.

Forrest x

PS I still stand by my statement, clothes are optional in my apartment.

I never understood the use of a fidget toy, but the soothing I get from running the ribbon each day through my fingers, it reminds me of when we used to lie together and I would run Forrest’s hair through my fingers too. I’m sure he didn’t send them to me for that reason, but it’s an added bonus.