We talked yesterday. The stilted artifice of online instant messaging is all we have now.
You said you wanted to ask me a question and I told myself it was going to be something mundane. Something about my job, where I wanted attend law school.
It was something bigger than I expected.
It was about that day when we sat under the marquee. I know now that you sensed something that day. As the rain fell, my cheeks flushed from the cheap champagne. It was a singular moment. It was possibility and impossibility.
I think you knew then that I wanted something else. You wanted me to acknowledge that.
I will always remember that day, S.
It’s been forever.
Things are good. Or at least I keep telling myself that they are good. I have my family, and J.
There will always be todays, I think I am slowly coming tor realize that.
Days when, no matter what, you can’t shake the sleepy-grayness from your eyes.
Days when everything swirls. A kind of sea-sickness, on shore.
Sometimes I have really bad thoughts about other people.
Let’s ignore Emma Stone and focus on the joy that is Andrew.