I was reading a book today, and one of the characters reminded me of you. I laughed as the author described the character's beauty, intelligence and grace because it seemed like the author was painting a picture of you with the words on the page. The next paragraph I found out that the character had been dead for months. The author wasn't describing you, after all.
He was describing what sex with you was like.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
My Heart's Gentle Reminder #15
I went camping with friends over the weekend. Remember that trip we took up the mountain a few years ago? Remember how we sat up by the campfire all night? Remember how we zipped our sleeping bags together, and made love under the stars?
I still am digging sand out of my butt.
I still am digging sand out of my butt.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
My Heart's Gentle Reminder #14
I heard our song on the radio today. The lyrics still move me to tears, because you're not there to share in the moment with me anymore. Someone else will take your place, inevitably, but it still hurts not having you in the car when the jam hits the stations.
"Oh let me see that thoooooooooong..."
"Oh let me see that thoooooooooong..."
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