Crève-Cœur is a journal entry by Jack Rusher, published here Sunday, January 11, 2004. It is part of Journal.
We both tried, but it didn’t work out.
It’s cold here: the winter, until now very mild, has arrived with full force. The heat, only recently turned on in our — now my — flat, isn’t equipped for the weather, so I sleep against an electric space heater under the blankets we kept for guests.
I do this because my comforter is gone. My comforter is gone and with it warmth, softness and the smell of summer flowers. It was the warmest I’d ever known and I’d had it for years, but no more: we had irreconcilable differences. It wasn’t that I wanted to be close to other blankets or that I didn’t love it anymore, it just was.
Sometimes, no matter how well something fits and how good it feels, there’s a deeper problem that makes it impossible to continue as you are. Life intervenes. Things change.
Still, I’m cold tonight.