Kevin and Cathy...two boobies on the chest of life
Dear Kevin,
It's Tuesday night, so that means in two days, you're leaving me.
It physically hurts me to think that after I put you on your plane, I don't know when I will see you next.
...to know that most likely, you and I will never again walk down 2nd, with our matching Marlboro Lights, singing Christmas Carols.
...or see the Rockefeller tree the night that it was lit, and all of the stupid tourists getting their picture with it.
...or eat waffles at midnight.
-just kidding, all of these things will happen again...I just don't know when.
We both have bad histories with long-distance.
...and friendships in general.
But never have I had a friend who KNEW me. who didn't think that I was crazy, silly, stupid, over-dramatic, or anything - who just knew that everything that happened was me. who didn't even wince when I layed on the floor and went nuts, or danced around a statue, or....wow, this is hard.
You know, wee one, with any other friend I've had - and have now - it's as if they are a compliment to me. That's what they say, right? That people complete you, opposites attract, ying and yang.
But you are an extension - a continuation of me.
You complete me in a different way - you have made me see that fucked up can be normal, that there are others like me, and that I don't have to change a thing to be loved.
After a very rough time of my life, you helped my shaking hands peel an orange.
And the rest is history.
Two very lost souls, with lives full of question marks. And we found each other and managed to form a coma, and now, an ellipse.
This is the first time I've really thought about our friendship, and the first time I've cried at the thought of the rest of college without you. Who will I sit and do nothing with? Who will I buy egg rolls for? Who will tell me to slow down? Who will I love New York with?
I better stop. You know how I hate sap (don't worry, I'll find time to get that checked out).
But please know: I may be a mess. I may be crazy. I may have a lot of addictions. And I may be a lot to handle.
But I love you.
In the Cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is
Thanks for opening the door
Now, go home.
~C
It's Tuesday night, so that means in two days, you're leaving me.
It physically hurts me to think that after I put you on your plane, I don't know when I will see you next.
...to know that most likely, you and I will never again walk down 2nd, with our matching Marlboro Lights, singing Christmas Carols.
...or see the Rockefeller tree the night that it was lit, and all of the stupid tourists getting their picture with it.
...or eat waffles at midnight.
-just kidding, all of these things will happen again...I just don't know when.
We both have bad histories with long-distance.
...and friendships in general.
But never have I had a friend who KNEW me. who didn't think that I was crazy, silly, stupid, over-dramatic, or anything - who just knew that everything that happened was me. who didn't even wince when I layed on the floor and went nuts, or danced around a statue, or....wow, this is hard.
You know, wee one, with any other friend I've had - and have now - it's as if they are a compliment to me. That's what they say, right? That people complete you, opposites attract, ying and yang.
But you are an extension - a continuation of me.
You complete me in a different way - you have made me see that fucked up can be normal, that there are others like me, and that I don't have to change a thing to be loved.
After a very rough time of my life, you helped my shaking hands peel an orange.
And the rest is history.
Two very lost souls, with lives full of question marks. And we found each other and managed to form a coma, and now, an ellipse.
This is the first time I've really thought about our friendship, and the first time I've cried at the thought of the rest of college without you. Who will I sit and do nothing with? Who will I buy egg rolls for? Who will tell me to slow down? Who will I love New York with?
I better stop. You know how I hate sap (don't worry, I'll find time to get that checked out).
But please know: I may be a mess. I may be crazy. I may have a lot of addictions. And I may be a lot to handle.
But I love you.
In the Cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is
Thanks for opening the door
Now, go home.
~C