- I went out to get sushi so I could bring it back to my room and finish my paper. I felt mature but not beautiful. He told me I looked gorgeous. I'd never really heard that before. I half smiled and kept walking because I didn't know what else to do, hoping in retrospect that I looked demure and like the night.
- There was rain. And he said my name like he remembered me all of a sudden like where had I been, and then the taxi drove away. It was a very saccharine night. I wouldn't alter a thing.
- Scrubbed clean, feeling damp and catlike. Very serene, no more sand, no conditioner, he wasn't smoking so we sat on the couch across the room. He sat down next to me and then we talked about nothing. It wasn't even him, maybe.
- First we came, and I wanted to stay and know what he was playing and clutch in my hand but it was all so nebulous. Then we left and he was still there, playing "Wagon Wheel," although I didn't recognize it. He was wearing a Navy hat and was very beautiful. I felt an immense attachment to him. (1/1/11)
- Life in Technicolor II the air or something rushes by I don't even like this boy or care for this setting and I'm apathetic about these people, but I feel insatiably.
- Smiling in the airport. "What?" (8/13/11)
- That night when you put your hand on my knee and I know it meant nothing, and you asked me what was I doing tomorrow and you held my hand, and I said I wanted to go home.
dec 13 2010 ∞
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