Nov 17, 2006 02:41
"whenever my consciouness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way the accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much alive in me that I scarcely thought to wonder if they were alive anywhere else, or how."
I finally read My Antonia, and I loved it. I fucking fell in love with nebraska and childhood and willa cather. and I miss you all. Im coming home in 16 days. and then what? I dont know the next time I will see you. and I am holding on to ohio and linworth and my childhood and my parents and my teenage years.
I know I will find new friends and men I fall in love with and new coffee shops and bands and groups of friends. but I know, I feel it, that no one else will have such an effect on me. probably because you found me when I was impressionable and young and so easy to mold. or else you are really that amazing and smart and unforgettable.
"i want to tell each of my friends how much they have meant to me, but i find myself turning inward -- out of fear, out of too much love, out of exhaustion, out of a sheer inability to know where to begin. i feel them doing the same.
through the rest of my life
do you wait for me there?"
everything I had to say to you, everything I have to say.