20.AUG.2011
9:40A

been trying to come up with something to do you justice, failing. at a time when i feel like i can no longer relate to anyone, we talk through dinner, through the entire movie, through drinks the next evening. running through the rain in heels, the man one stool over watches us all night, fascinated, your blue eyes (not blue like the bluest eyes i ever seen because they belonged to another lover, but blue in a way that would catch me off guard when you leaned to close and explained that time was running out) and nervous hands and holding each other up, shouting secrets over rolling stones, neil young. we turn down the wrong street in the darkness, you apologize for spilling your guts and kiss me goodnight.