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Them leaves are getting brown early. Hello September mourn.
She never said she wasn't dramatic.
Have you noticed that you've been reading hundreds of words about inner drama?
duh
In fact, she was ok with being drama. All the people she knew - even the really smart ones - loved ye olde television programs. she was just a different sort. that's the part that had killed her a bit about fucking Leon.
she didn't need to explain anymore.
She could explain some more. she was never going to limit herself on her own fucking platform. she was never going to limit herself with feeling what she felt.
it still puzzled her.
but she chalked it up to she had never encountered anyone like him and the long distance kept it going more than it might have locally?
fuck if she would ever know.
maybe one day he'd come across a piece of bacon and go "kristen!"
and somewhere in the galaxy, my shield would light up that he thought about me.
may I say fuck that.
but there was a time of course that she would have clung to all the hopes - all the fragments - all the
it was boring to write about it over and over, but she regretted nada. she had learned long ago - even #2 was going to eventually be something she accepted as ok to have happened.
ok, so she regretted stuff.
this piece isn't going to be anything special. me again.
all I'm trying to do is write him out of my mind - to narrate a different plot, and I have nothing but the stuff that I had before to paint with.
dangle that preposition.
dangle it.
if you've never had rose flavored yogurt I recommend.
I could say it was just meeting an amazing guy who turned me on and then got turned off, but I am not sure I could reduce it to that. it seems inevitable that I was both highly highly triggered by him - brilliant, cold, distant, mystery - and I guess I really did love him.
perhaps today, he calls me up and says 'what up!? let's just move forward. I'm coming down there this Saturday."
it makes me bitterly laugh to even contemplate such a not happening thing, but I guess I'd hope I'd just hang the phone up.
but I wouldn't.
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