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Travis,
No matter how far gone you are, you're always there, in the back of my...closet?
WTF?
As I was hunting for a place to stack up the boxes of letters and clothes, anything of Sean's or from Sean, I pulled away a coat and a dress that blocked the veiw of an old, beat part of the wall of my closet.
I haven't seen it for months, and had forgotten all about it until tonight. In blue marker Trav has scratched a legend of himself into this room in the form of a penguin and an error.
There is a little penguin, perhaps his trademark, of his comic. Meep. And he left an inscription. As a joke, he wrote, "If I don't make it, I wan't my family to know I held on as long as I could." Which made enough sense, seeing as he was trapped in my closet until my sister fell asleep or left and I could sneak him out.
That was the day, in the back of that closet, he kissed me for the first time, and somehow from this the conversation led to how we would think of eachother years from then.
And what gets me now is the script he placed under the first for me to always read, in case one day I felt for him as I do now. Not neccisarily a fond memory.
"Please don't ever hate me; Just think of tooday."
I wonder how he knew then that we were doomed. Was he already seeing her, perhaps?
In any case, Travis, I'm not sure whether you just saved my relationship or set me in my resolve that promises and poetry don't mean that much. I'll know in the morning.
But until then, your words will be covered up again, this time by boxes of momentos from another former lover.
Travis, I know I promised...but I hate you so much right now. And so I will toomorrow.
No matter how far gone you are, you're always there, in the back of my...closet?
WTF?
As I was hunting for a place to stack up the boxes of letters and clothes, anything of Sean's or from Sean, I pulled away a coat and a dress that blocked the veiw of an old, beat part of the wall of my closet.
I haven't seen it for months, and had forgotten all about it until tonight. In blue marker Trav has scratched a legend of himself into this room in the form of a penguin and an error.
There is a little penguin, perhaps his trademark, of his comic. Meep. And he left an inscription. As a joke, he wrote, "If I don't make it, I wan't my family to know I held on as long as I could." Which made enough sense, seeing as he was trapped in my closet until my sister fell asleep or left and I could sneak him out.
That was the day, in the back of that closet, he kissed me for the first time, and somehow from this the conversation led to how we would think of eachother years from then.
And what gets me now is the script he placed under the first for me to always read, in case one day I felt for him as I do now. Not neccisarily a fond memory.
"Please don't ever hate me; Just think of tooday."
I wonder how he knew then that we were doomed. Was he already seeing her, perhaps?
In any case, Travis, I'm not sure whether you just saved my relationship or set me in my resolve that promises and poetry don't mean that much. I'll know in the morning.
But until then, your words will be covered up again, this time by boxes of momentos from another former lover.
Travis, I know I promised...but I hate you so much right now. And so I will toomorrow.