Oct 16, 2005 01:18
I miss the way he would always look over at me in his drunken haze and just motion for me to sit closer to him.
I miss the drunken kisses.
The drunken 'sorries'.
But most of all, the drunken mistakes.
Okay, so I was drunk for the three months we ruined each other's lives...but I miss it...and most of all, I miss him.
He's everywhere I don't want him to be.
Walking his dog down the street, but most of all: my pot dealer's house. What am I talking about? It's his house, the pot dealer's just always there.
Union Beach is waaay too small for me.