the clear bottle in her hand lighting up like a watery lantern
Still no time in Paris.
Every day gets better. I haven't been crying lately (except for yesterday), but some mornings I wake up not remembering it happened. Then I'm sitting in Theories of Anthropology and hear some stupid something-or-other McGee has to say, and I can't wait to tell Zach about it. And then I remember. I'll never forget how hung up he was about the idea of spontaneous generation, and how he told me I could expect a spontaneously generated present on my lawn. At least he was always quick with the shit jokes.
In other news, nothing. Finals are coming up, but I can't focus.
At least he fixed my bed first.
Every day gets better. I haven't been crying lately (except for yesterday), but some mornings I wake up not remembering it happened. Then I'm sitting in Theories of Anthropology and hear some stupid something-or-other McGee has to say, and I can't wait to tell Zach about it. And then I remember. I'll never forget how hung up he was about the idea of spontaneous generation, and how he told me I could expect a spontaneously generated present on my lawn. At least he was always quick with the shit jokes.
In other news, nothing. Finals are coming up, but I can't focus.
At least he fixed my bed first.