love to say this to your face
back in january i spent one very long morning trying to catch the eye of a tall skinny boy in an airport. and subsequently on an airplane. it was a tricky thing. he didn't even look up from his book for 4,298 miles.
if you'd told me that morning that in june he would fold his long legs into a car and drive thirteen hours up the coast to make breakfast in my kitchen, beat my little brother at chess, seduce me in latin, and let me borrow his cell phone to make cross-country calls from the top of one of the allegheny mountains, if you had told me then that one day just the sound of his breathing would make me delirious with joy, that we would watch each other sleep while grinning madly in the dark and then split the paper the next morning, i would have laughed in your face. bitterly. no, maybe wistfully. if i'd had my current job, i could have told you that Impersonating A Fortune Teller is an M-3 3 offense, punishable by a fine of up to $750.00.
either way, i would never, ever, ever have believed that i could be so lucky.
if you'd told me that morning that in june he would fold his long legs into a car and drive thirteen hours up the coast to make breakfast in my kitchen, beat my little brother at chess, seduce me in latin, and let me borrow his cell phone to make cross-country calls from the top of one of the allegheny mountains, if you had told me then that one day just the sound of his breathing would make me delirious with joy, that we would watch each other sleep while grinning madly in the dark and then split the paper the next morning, i would have laughed in your face. bitterly. no, maybe wistfully. if i'd had my current job, i could have told you that Impersonating A Fortune Teller is an M-3 3 offense, punishable by a fine of up to $750.00.
either way, i would never, ever, ever have believed that i could be so lucky.