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I want to know your fears, and if you'll forget me next year
And when the jets go up and out, will our hearts stay here?
If you could forgive me for being so brash.
You could hit me or whip me, I'd savor each lash.
You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead.
Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
They pour out to paper, it's all for you
Cause that's what you do.
- [SA]
It truly is funny how fast summer changes everything. The infatuation with our friendship has quickly faded as illusions of us keeping in touch as promised disappear. Any contact we have had has been brief and electronic and you clearly don't feel the longing for those walks and dinners we shared so many times over my last weeks in the city. Then again maybe I shouldn't be so quick to judge. You are a male after all and naturally won't reveal any attachment in a timely fashion. Months from now I can only hope that my patience will have paid off as those promised visits take place. Although my visit might take place sooner rather than later considering my current locale.
Yes, here I am again in a place I grew out of long ago. It fits like a shrunken wooly sweater, and I squirm and itch until I can finally remove it for good. Unfortunately I am left scratching for 11 more weeks. Thus far the weeks have been filled with excessive amounts of sleep and working at the customary summer mall job to fill as much time as possible. A few adventure are scheduled, but for the most part my summer will be spent saving and looking forward to the one place that will always be home.
And when the jets go up and out, will our hearts stay here?
If you could forgive me for being so brash.
You could hit me or whip me, I'd savor each lash.
You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead.
Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
They pour out to paper, it's all for you
Cause that's what you do.
- [SA]
It truly is funny how fast summer changes everything. The infatuation with our friendship has quickly faded as illusions of us keeping in touch as promised disappear. Any contact we have had has been brief and electronic and you clearly don't feel the longing for those walks and dinners we shared so many times over my last weeks in the city. Then again maybe I shouldn't be so quick to judge. You are a male after all and naturally won't reveal any attachment in a timely fashion. Months from now I can only hope that my patience will have paid off as those promised visits take place. Although my visit might take place sooner rather than later considering my current locale.
Yes, here I am again in a place I grew out of long ago. It fits like a shrunken wooly sweater, and I squirm and itch until I can finally remove it for good. Unfortunately I am left scratching for 11 more weeks. Thus far the weeks have been filled with excessive amounts of sleep and working at the customary summer mall job to fill as much time as possible. A few adventure are scheduled, but for the most part my summer will be spent saving and looking forward to the one place that will always be home.