Where's Trixi?

I spent the day going through Trixi's room sorting out her things for charity. We wear the same size. We used to swap clothes all the time but I cannot bring myself to wear anything she owned or anything of mine she wore a lot.

I found one of our scrapbooks in her bookcase. I sat on her bed, flipping through pages, feeling maudlin and wondering how we ever ended up like this.

I am no longer sure of anything. I start something and then I think it is not the right thing. Just a few days ago I was so determined to find her and now I am kissing her ex and packing her up to be shopped off to aid the poor.

Sigh.

Word Whomp

Earned my pumpkin. It's pretty.