Jan 08, 2004 19:25
I am still running. I wish I could stop. Have you ever wanted something, very badly, and not known what it was?
There's no reason I shouldn't be rapturously happy. Really. Broken heart mostly healed, Martin guitar in hand, trying to finish books about astronomy and travel, Dylan on the car radio . . .
Maybe it's just that time doesn't heal all wounds. Frodo said that, at the end of Return of the King, and Jill and I both said "YES!" at the same instant. For all our lives idiot adult people have been telling us that time makes everything all better, when it doesn't. Yes, you heal. But it leaves scars, and there is always that ache on cold days. . .
I'm to be a bridesmaid in May. Arianna of the Harleys and Willie Nelson songs is going to marry Andrew of the gun rack and electric rewiring. Apparently I'm to be wearing a dress of champagne satin. It sounds gay.
But truly, it might be beautiful, and my hair will have grown, and i will walk beside Greg of the blue eyes--gorgeous boy, though rednecky.
That's assuming I haven't hitchhiked halfway to Mexico by then.