It's just life
I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd.

Alone. Lonely. Loneliness.

Saturday, Nov. 04, 2006
I want to be sitting across the dinner table from you. Telling stories. Tossing my head back in laughter.

I want to be clinking glasses with you. People buzzing around us. Feeling like we are the only two human beings in the world who matter at that very moment.

I want to be sleeping next to you. My hand on your back. My foot slightly grazing your calf. Smiling, because all is right and good.

8:14 p.m. ::
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