D called. We spoke about mundane things like speed-reading and CAT maths. Not for long either. Obviously I hadn't anything to contribute to the conversation. When he hung up, I cried. Must be the bloody weather. It's raining prettily and the whole world is a sombre grey and green. Beauty can be depressing when you have nobody to share it with. I miss you, D. I wish I could tell you, but I'm afraid you might not care.