Oh yeah haven't told you the great news.
Since living in Kyoto and gaining friends, my eating problem has gotten under control. I owe it to my wonderful friends with their support.
Sango was someone I could talk with about losing my father because she too had lost a parent, her mother. Miroku, though pervy he may be, is an awesome listener. Between the two the pain of my father's death had become less suffocating and I didn't need the food to control the sadness. It was liberating.
So no longer am I the same Kagome, physical wise.
Now I have curves. Yay curves!
Anyway I am now down to a healthy weight, 145, and I couldn't be happier. I no longer get looks of disgust but guys actually check me out, not that I notice them.
'Ahh yes, none of them compare to Sesshomaru.' The sadistic part of me reminds.
Oh Sesshomaru I hadn't thought about him in well…honestly since…2 days ago. I know I'm pathetic but in the two weeks we had spent together I felt connected to him but I knew he wouldn't want to talk to me. So I had gone a whole year without calling, writing, or visiting. I didn't want to intrude on his life more than I already had and besides he probably hasn't thought about me since I left.
My left hand grips my shirt over my heart in an attempt to smother the aching.
You would think the pain would have lessened in the year at the thought of him with someone else but it hadn't. I still yearned for him in a way I couldn't explain, even to myself.
But for the sake of him and my own sanity I would let go, we were both better off that way.
With that I lay down on my bed and drifted into a deep sleep.
A/N Sorry it's so short but I promise future chapters will be longer.