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this is how you remind me |
2002-05-08 |
i haven't seen the boy since early monday morning when, fully dressed to leave for work, i slid into my bed next to him. his skin was cool, so i pulled the yellow sheet and blue throw up over our dual form. he put his arms around me, pulled me against him, his face covered by my freshly washed hair. i kissed the sensitive area where his shoulder and neck meet, feeling wakefulness strengthen his body, still slightly slack with sleep. "i'm leaving, stay as long as you like" i whispered to him as i slid out of his embrace and left the room, hearing his mumbled "call me" as i pulled the door almost-shut behind me. i couldn't sleep last night. monday's are okay cause we never spend mondays together, but last night was a together night and we won't be spending any nights together until friday. actually, that's a lie, he's gonna come sleep with me tonight, but it'll be late as he's now a member of the second shift world. the weekends are our only true time together now. i don't really know how to explain what i feel for this boy. the only thing i know to do is refer you to something i wrote about my feelings for lil mike. in that entry i wish that someone would come in to my life who could help me recover that spark, that umph, that joie de vivre. it has happened. i don't know how long it'll last, but i've got it and i understand how precious it is. i will not let it go without a fight. in the meantime, i must be content with whispered conversations during the price is right and middle-of-the-night embraces.
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this is today's loved entry
playing: solitude standing - suzanne vega
reading: hot pink post-it notes White Teeth
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