hi. how are you?
thanks for discussing charlie with me - no one else ever seemed to want to. I took the elementary teasing as liking too..but lately i feel that i'm wrong. He's so james dean rockabilly. i wish i could show you. pompadore [sp?], motorcycle, boots, jeans rolled up. all of it. and twinkiling blue eyes with that constant squint. [sigh]. his sister - she must have been younger. my age most likely. he is, after all, 24. i like your job. reading things is a good thing. it was nice to see where he lived - tells a lot about a person.
I would like to think we're better. An unorthodox way of healing, and mending. Because we would never discuss these things proper name to proper name - let alone face to face. I can't even imagine that. It's like we can let go this way, you know? there are no boundaries. at least for me.
group? the group can never be mended without our fifth. you know, i really don't know what went wrong there. You say that i should, and i see the singular event..but i don't see how it was enough for this earthquake. the last conversation i had with her was a bit of 'im confused in life, give me time,' but it is directed at me. The only explanation i can give is that neither of us want to deal with working things out - and at the moment, neither of us care enough to try. But its going to get tough. I want us all together, for the holidays..like we were in happier times. I miss us
i don't see the grey. But it is a theme. Do you like the white? I'm coming clean.
ps: maybe he wasn't meant to be a joke.
every dream is just a dream, after all.
