There's beauty in the breakdown... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Conversations in Intermission Your hair smells like lavendar and vanilla. It's the most amazing scent. I didn't think a feeling like this actually existed. It would be so easy to fall back into our old patterns. Both of us still remember what it was like to love each other. The late night phone conversations, the banter, the overwhelming sense of home that we sought in each other's arms. Somehow, the time has managed to erase all the pain and leave only traces of the good behind. We could have that again. Your hands are so cold. But, I am really glad that you are here. It's nice to see you here. I came to visit you today at your favorite place. I tried to play it off to everyone else as a coincidental type thing, even going as far as to mention another guy that I was once involved with and recently spoke to. I saw you almost instantly when we walked in, but I quickly allowed myself to be drawn into a conversation. And I felt your eyes on me throughout the whole thing. Afterward, I wanted to talk to you, but you were in the middle of a crowd...always the popular one. I'm leaving next week, hit me up so we can hang out. I'd really like to see you if you get a chance. It'd be cool. I wasn't really sure if you meant it the first time, but I made the first follow through attempt we ever had on our baited conversations. I've seen you a handful of times since the initial conversation some weeks ago. I've been in your presence, been enfolded in your embrace, been the envy of every girl in the room. And none of that mattered because there was you. After sixteen years of knowing you and slightly less of loving you, that's all that matters still. You seem really happy. I mean, like really happy. You don't have to worry, you will land on your feet. And if not, always remember where you can go. I've missed you. Me too. How can you just walk away from me when all I can do is watch you leave? 'Cause we shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears. You're the only one who really knew me at all. ("Against All Odds" - The Postal Service) 6:37 PM - 01.09.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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