19 Dec Eva and Gus: Soul Letters Part VII

Final Entry; Entry 4—

Motherly

I got my nose broken again. She wouldn’t be the happiest person in the world if she found out about that, I could hear her now—

“Goddamned it Gus! You need to take better care of yourself! Why can’t you just stop the sweaty man sex?”

She was always so sensitive about my body, so sensitive that it makes me chuckle thinking about it. I was always so passive, sure, it hurt like a bitch but you have to push yourself until you see fit. A broken nose is just something I have to be weary of until it heals; I also have to try not to fall again. All those mud races, and the fucking race with the bulls—I would’ve assumed they would’ve paid off by now.

“You’re an idiot.” She said this sympathetically to me when I told her I had signed up for a bull race.

Eva was always very nurturing, yet sometimes it could be pretty smothering… but I enjoyed it, the attention that is, if she could smother me I’m sure she could. I should write her soon or at least call her; I think I get a call home sometime next week or so. Then again, I’ve racked up on Home-calls; I’ve just been very reluctant to use them.

Where do I start?