the old man.
i love that old man. the first boy i dated in college. the guy i made out with in the mchenry library when no one was looking.
the old man trapped in that lanky, plaid-wearing, raw-jeans, fixie-riding, veggie/vegan, scenester's body.
today i got a breath of california fresh air. he's back to visit. and im happier than i've been in a very long time.
yup. he's my platonic soul-mate. as much as those words make me cringe (ugh, "soul-mate." barf...) its true. i may be in love and love some people in my life, but with him i feel whole again.
my freshman year, 18-year-old self just did a litlte victory dance.
so good night, old man. sleep well. santa cruz missed you, but i've missed you more. dont stay gone for so long next time, eh?
the old man trapped in that lanky, plaid-wearing, raw-jeans, fixie-riding, veggie/vegan, scenester's body.
today i got a breath of california fresh air. he's back to visit. and im happier than i've been in a very long time.
yup. he's my platonic soul-mate. as much as those words make me cringe (ugh, "soul-mate." barf...) its true. i may be in love and love some people in my life, but with him i feel whole again.
my freshman year, 18-year-old self just did a litlte victory dance.
so good night, old man. sleep well. santa cruz missed you, but i've missed you more. dont stay gone for so long next time, eh?