ideally, everything runs the way it should
But ERROR READING FILE crossed your face every time I tried
to flirt with you in a freshman hallway [was I silly to try?]
I feel like I need to print, I AM HERE to tell you that you
ought to remember me
exit
exit
exit
I once
dreamed we were kissing in front of our Spanish room [did I ever tell you
that?] while you held me and smiled. But
some one knocked before you could leave me and so I am left only with the vague
phantom of a relationship that I wish had happened and that I now convince
myself that you wanted too.
Can you plot the change in our relationship? I can.
It started in February when you found out that I hooked up
with some one. You seemed to be put out
because it wasn’t you – or at least that’s what I consoled myself with later
when you left me sitting alone at a lunch table in a perfect reflection of how
we had started up the nothing that we had.
You had once refused to let me sit alone; at the time I thought it was
gentlemanly but now I grow angry at the thought that you introduced yourself to
me.
Are we done then? It’s been a year. I’ll quit and write and hope for something
else to run more smoothly.
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