2 + 2 = recycle
Monday, October 19, 2009 @ 8:31 AM
So, there I was. Thinking about you at such an awful time.
And here I am, thinking about you again.
Only, right now it's not so awful.
And I'm thinking, "Are you always there?
Do I always think of you? Even when I shouldn't? Even when it's weird? Even when it would be embarrassing or terrible or stupid or rude? Even when it would be amazing?
All the time?"
It's actually disconcerting. Knowing that I think about you so much.
Like, don't I have a life? It's not as if you are my life, right? No, that's not right.
You're just a part of it.
And somehow, I seem to be putting you in all of it. Round and round you go -everywhere all over again.
I'm so silly.
Foolish me.
You're not even here.
