I sometimes wish I could be all alone with my thoughts again, but with Timothy here it is almost impossible. I don’t think there is any way of getting depressed with him asking me how I am every five minutes. And at the same time I would not want it any other way. I like having him here. He might not be Blake, but he is different in a good way. He brings out the best in me.
“So have you written a chapter today?” Timothy says as he walks in the door, not even greeting me properly. Sometimes I wonder if the twelve year age gap makes a difference, but somehow it doesn’t always seem like it does. We just fit, unlikely couple or not.
“It’s been going slow. I am standing on 1,300 words so far. I need 2,500 at the very least. How was work?” I ask getting up from the computer.