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i went out on a limb - and those who know me know how very rarely i do that - and got into contact with peter. it's been, oh, at least four years since i've last so much as emailed him. i don't understand how so much can change and stay the same. both at the same time.
he's married now. i kind of expected as much, but it still made me a sad. i had a school-kid notion about ending up with him myself, though it was a long time ago.
i was walking around at night, and remembering some emo song. then wondering where i heard it. then remembering that it's on that mixed cd the boy made for me at least six years ago. then i started to miss him terribly. terribly.
i really need to get my shit together when it comes to the opposite sex.
but now we talk again, and that's good, considering that no person alive knows so much about me as he does.
he's married now. i kind of expected as much, but it still made me a sad. i had a school-kid notion about ending up with him myself, though it was a long time ago.
i was walking around at night, and remembering some emo song. then wondering where i heard it. then remembering that it's on that mixed cd the boy made for me at least six years ago. then i started to miss him terribly. terribly.
i really need to get my shit together when it comes to the opposite sex.
but now we talk again, and that's good, considering that no person alive knows so much about me as he does.