As hard as he's concentrating to try and figure those headphones out? That's about half as hard as I'm trying to figure him out. He's slipping out of my grasp. Not that I want to bind him to me or to any way of life but I would like to bind him to life. Period. A string with which he doesn't seem concerned.
I could fill the entire internet with speculation about why I love him so much but it wouldn't help. I just do. He's just one of those people that became one of the rings on my tree. It will be major surgery if he stops.
Maybe 18 always looks this tough from the almost-40 side of it. I don't know.
Friday, January 11, 2008
An Enigma
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he will always come back to you. If only to eat the breadcrumb trail that leads him back...but he'll come back. Don't worry.
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