twenty-one february
nine : oh-three p.m.

i just keep thinking about him. i want to be around him. i want his confidence to rub off on me.

i want to stop thinking about sunday night, because i know it wasn't important to him. i know he was only there because he wanted to hear the music and sing along.

but still.

music : "do the lovers still meet at the chiant kai-shek memorial?" by the van pelt
literature : spilling open by swh
fixation : gorgeous weather