Paw

July 27th, 2008

i keep clicking around as if there’s going to be an answer for me somewhere on the internet. like maybe wikipedia can help me solve this problem, or maybe an email will appear, heartfelt and detailed, giving me a better understanding of this whole situation. i really wish i was there, in person and in flesh, so that i could do something helpful with my hands and my hugs instead of being a phone call and some hazy synapses away. i always choose all the wrong times to leave.

i saw this old photo of you that alex put on facebook. i have so much love for you that it spills over. i could love the you in that old photo from 5 years back as much as i love you now, and i would still have plenty of love left over. when i said that i need someone to draw strength from, i only had you in mind. you inspire me daily with how brave you are. when we’re together, it feels like everything in the world is in their rightful place and all is calm. when we’re holding each other, everything feels just. right. i cant wait to see you and make everything good again.

Entry Filed under: Martianisms, Unsent Letters