Taylor is working in CA this week. And i miss him. I think that is ok. To feel deeply how much i need and care for him. Remember what it felt like when HE PICKED ME! When he finally couldn't hold back any longer and told me that he liked me. A lot.
And the rest is history and not all good. Its like wrinkles telling your story. Our history should be remembered by us that lived it. Seeing a pair of mallards in a puddle. Seeing wild horses at the salt river. Sitting on the bench after fishbone. Thinking of Jay and how much had just happened. The drip on reverend Marti's shoulder. The yogurt/gelatin you made out of a cup of milk. Our first fights, like when I broke my toe.. or you jumped off the fucking balcony and my mom asked me if i pushed you. When I was super mad at you for a weird dream that i had. When we got back together the last time sipping gin even though you hate liquor and I kissed you again. Its all romantic and i am sorry for you because you love me even on my ugly days and you are like I already won. I miss you.
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