Lucia speaks...

This is the second of my high school friends who has seen & has something to say about 'our photo':

OoooH! What a hunk, and you two look so good together. That picture
really says a lot—the way he is looking at you is definitely "I Love You!" I'll say a little prayer that everything works out, and soon.

Lucia

Goin' to New Orleans...

but without him. Or, rather, I wouldn't be there with him. Just there. Got a major job interview in Covington, a couple of miles from where he lives, but my relationship is down the tubes. At least for now. He won't take my calls—lets voicemail pick up—& I'm pretty sure he doesn't even listen to them.

I don't know what to do, other than when I'm there just appear on his doorstep with roses. Or follow & casually 'run into' him, whatever his destination might be.

God I am the most amazing fuck-up I've ever met. I had the most wonderful guy in the world, but apparently drove him crazy with all of my hysteria during the hurricanes. If only he had just communicated—if Katrina had gone elsewhere none of this would have ever happened...