How can we be so deeply in love then find ourselves never talking to that person later in life? How about trying on the boot that has, “It’s not real love” imprinted along the sole.
Mmm … how’s that feel? Good? Good …
I was thinking; months and years will pass and I’ll look back on this and lqtm and ponder what exactly happened as I do now with earlier posts. I had forgotten about that party, I had forgotten that she was so blunt. I still like her bluntness. I wonder if it still exists today or if she’s been worn down from life. If the edges that were so sharp in the beginning are still so sharp. If she could still demand the attention of a room just by one hair flip and smirk. If I could still turn her world upside down without saying anything. Eyes are an amazing form of communication. So many stories have been told without speaking a single word, picking up any writing utensil, or plucking a key on a keyboard. This one is for you. For being the girl that caught my eye, but couldn’t keep me from saying goodbye.
Here’s my list of stuff as of today:
- Study
- Delete email account
I should probably add hair trim to the list … oh, and that other thing.
