In the next 5 minutes I'm going to try and tell you something. But I'm not trying to learn you good. Lets just keep that in mind.
Okay. I finally admit it. All those songs you thought were for you probably were. This does not change the fact that I hid all the soup you bought in the trunk of your car. Nor does it change the fact that I'm wearing an exact replica of the sweater you wouldn't go back to the restaurant to get, except the replica is more blue than red and more zippered than pullover and actually a hooded sweatshirt instead of a cardigan. That doesnt matter. That doesn't matter at all.
In the receding hairline that is the everynight sunset you told me that things were very likely to stay just as they were unless I called the doctor and did something about it. You know how I hate making phone calls to people who answer phone calls all day. You know all about that. We stared at it and I willed with all my might that the swelling would go down and the black and blue would turn back creamy. You looked over at me with my eyes shut tight and my lips pursed up and my hands in fists and said "I just don't think that's going to work this time."
I loved to kiss you rapid fire when you were reading textbooks because it was almost illegal for you to be annoyed by kissing at the time. I looked it up in the lawbooks when the library re-opened and it turns out that I was the lawbreaker after all. I've been arrested for kissing seven times in my life and once for professing my undying love for a bakery.
and time.
Posted by Sonya at February 11, 2003 04:59 PM