The Girl is gone.
I have mood swings like a motherfucker.
I'm back in New York. I don't have a girlfriend. My brother ignored me the entire time I was in California. And my part in Jersey Girl still lies on the cutting room floor. I have new icons--with borders, Mmm borders.
I guess we should focus on one thing at a time.
I'd like to say that I can't remember a time in my life without her in it. It has a certain poetic feeling to it. One of those unrealistic statements you read in romance novels with Fabio on the cover. I think the reality of it is that I don't want to remember a time in my life without her in it. She's been there a constant for so long, like the season from which her name is drawn. Something to look forward to yet something that you know will be there each year in the future just as it's been there in the past. Picnics, trips to the beach, holding hands, veggie dogs with extra ketchup, baseball games, old movies, hot sticky heat, baby pools and rolled up pant legs, toes curling into soft green grass. The season brings memories sights and sounds and tastes right to the tip of my tongue.
I'll always appreciate the other three, but I think Summer will always be my favorite season.
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I'm back in New York. I don't have a girlfriend. My brother ignored me the entire time I was in California. And my part in Jersey Girl still lies on the cutting room floor. I have new icons--with borders, Mmm borders.
I guess we should focus on one thing at a time.
I'd like to say that I can't remember a time in my life without her in it. It has a certain poetic feeling to it. One of those unrealistic statements you read in romance novels with Fabio on the cover. I think the reality of it is that I don't want to remember a time in my life without her in it. She's been there a constant for so long, like the season from which her name is drawn. Something to look forward to yet something that you know will be there each year in the future just as it's been there in the past. Picnics, trips to the beach, holding hands, veggie dogs with extra ketchup, baseball games, old movies, hot sticky heat, baby pools and rolled up pant legs, toes curling into soft green grass. The season brings memories sights and sounds and tastes right to the tip of my tongue.
I'll always appreciate the other three, but I think Summer will always be my favorite season.
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