one month.
dear someone,
i've been thinking about you a lot lately, and i wonder how you've been, and how work is going and whether you got that raise from tony. i think about what restaurants you may have been to in the past month, and what you ordered (probably something ridiculously expensive but absolutely delicious, knowing you) and if you still play poker on the weekend at dennis' house, or if you've been staying in more lately and have been writing new songs to play with your brother. maybe you broke edge, and started drinking, and have been to a lot of fun parties and made a lot of new friends that are in your program at george brown, or maybe you have been to brooklin, and if you did, you drove by all our old places-where you held me, or we laughed, or we hung out-and maybe you thought about me, even for a split second, and wondered the same things. i think about what i would be doing right now if we were still together, or if you were still the same person that i fell in love with so long ago. but it seems so silly; because who am i kidding? i'm still in love with you, even after this month apart. i can't help thinking about how brown your eyes are, and how you smell, your favourite songs, the sound of your laugh, where you are. and i keep replaying that time i surprised you on valentines day this year in my mind- how we didn't think we'd see each other, but i secretly took the train into the city, rang up to your apartment, and when that elevator door opened, you were so happy and had tears in your eyes and you kissed me for so long and held me in the hallway and said "my jennifer, what would i do without you?" do you remember? that was only a few months ago.
and even though i now know that i am able to kiss someone else and hold someone else and fall asleep with someone else, i'll always want to call you up the next day and hear your voice and make sure that you're ok. i just can't help it.
i have this sinking feeling that you'll never call, and you threw out all those love letters and pictures that i returned to you the last day i saw you, and you are not even close to being the boy i once knew- but i just thought you should know all of these things, and so that when you are feeling lonely and you're cuddled up with your favourite blanket, at least you will know that there is someone out there with you on their mind.
love,
always and forever,
pie.
i've been thinking about you a lot lately, and i wonder how you've been, and how work is going and whether you got that raise from tony. i think about what restaurants you may have been to in the past month, and what you ordered (probably something ridiculously expensive but absolutely delicious, knowing you) and if you still play poker on the weekend at dennis' house, or if you've been staying in more lately and have been writing new songs to play with your brother. maybe you broke edge, and started drinking, and have been to a lot of fun parties and made a lot of new friends that are in your program at george brown, or maybe you have been to brooklin, and if you did, you drove by all our old places-where you held me, or we laughed, or we hung out-and maybe you thought about me, even for a split second, and wondered the same things. i think about what i would be doing right now if we were still together, or if you were still the same person that i fell in love with so long ago. but it seems so silly; because who am i kidding? i'm still in love with you, even after this month apart. i can't help thinking about how brown your eyes are, and how you smell, your favourite songs, the sound of your laugh, where you are. and i keep replaying that time i surprised you on valentines day this year in my mind- how we didn't think we'd see each other, but i secretly took the train into the city, rang up to your apartment, and when that elevator door opened, you were so happy and had tears in your eyes and you kissed me for so long and held me in the hallway and said "my jennifer, what would i do without you?" do you remember? that was only a few months ago.
and even though i now know that i am able to kiss someone else and hold someone else and fall asleep with someone else, i'll always want to call you up the next day and hear your voice and make sure that you're ok. i just can't help it.
i have this sinking feeling that you'll never call, and you threw out all those love letters and pictures that i returned to you the last day i saw you, and you are not even close to being the boy i once knew- but i just thought you should know all of these things, and so that when you are feeling lonely and you're cuddled up with your favourite blanket, at least you will know that there is someone out there with you on their mind.
love,
always and forever,
pie.