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Dear Shawn,
Do you remember last May and they way we'd fall asleep face to face on my sofa? I remember the way I wanted to kiss you good night, but i was afraid of failing at new relationship beginnings, and you were moving, and I was moving, and falling is always inconvenient, especially when we're going places. But now nearly six more months have passed, and I wonder if being transient has really gotten us anywhere... and i am tired of making up excuses [foryourabuses] and your image may have crumbled at "The End Of August," but for once let us be honest. like that night I let you drive my new car, and we parked at the top of the hill and laid there on the hood listening to David Sedaris under the stars, or sliding, jeans soaked with summer rain, on the playground in the park on Sparks. I miss moments of Uno and superglue and falling asleep on my fouton holding you... "ithinkilikedyoubutyoumoved." And I wonder how you are capable of separating the physical from the emotional when both can be so personal and what it is exactly that you're looking for because I thought I'd found it when I found your plug between my sheets, but at night I still can't sleep and question fate and hesitate to admit I may have made a mistake.
Much Love,
Janie
Do you remember last May and they way we'd fall asleep face to face on my sofa? I remember the way I wanted to kiss you good night, but i was afraid of failing at new relationship beginnings, and you were moving, and I was moving, and falling is always inconvenient, especially when we're going places. But now nearly six more months have passed, and I wonder if being transient has really gotten us anywhere... and i am tired of making up excuses [foryourabuses] and your image may have crumbled at "The End Of August," but for once let us be honest. like that night I let you drive my new car, and we parked at the top of the hill and laid there on the hood listening to David Sedaris under the stars, or sliding, jeans soaked with summer rain, on the playground in the park on Sparks. I miss moments of Uno and superglue and falling asleep on my fouton holding you... "ithinkilikedyoubutyoumoved." And I wonder how you are capable of separating the physical from the emotional when both can be so personal and what it is exactly that you're looking for because I thought I'd found it when I found your plug between my sheets, but at night I still can't sleep and question fate and hesitate to admit I may have made a mistake.
Much Love,
Janie