I read Plato's Wall again tonight. Out loud with Beth. It's still just as amazing as the first time...when I actually had the conversation. That's why I went back again. Because things go around and around and around. He knows me, and I'm lacking that around here. So I went back to my best friend. Yes, I went back to my best friend. Not the one I say is, usually. I went back to my Harvardian because he told me I left him everything and that got me a long time ago just like it gets me today. Things are ending with the other one. I'll try to be there with him, even though I'm pretty sure it's going to be a futile effort and I'll have to go through expository writing. But just to see, I'll try it.
Anyhow, things are ending on the other end of the spectrum. No more whistlin' gypsy. At least in the more-than-friends regard. I knew I'd get over it eventually. And as for the others, well, I'll just see them come and go as they all do eventually.
More sleepless nights coming up and too much work to think of. Over and out, I suppose.
1 comment:
I came across this quotation by Virginia Woolf, and (instead of doing my homework...)I thought I'd put it up here for you to contemplate:
"I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in."
<3, L
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