11.09.07 : 5:06 pm my glasses are so smudged, and in moments like these i can't remember the things i have done with people. jacob's mouth, my fingers going somewhere, sweatshirts worn in the morning with tangled hair over restaurant french toast. i forget these things because they hurt and i miss them. i guess i really loved him the most. is that how it goes? one of them works and the rest are sorry substitutes? don't worry, i don't feel this way a lot. but when i am alone and rise from wherever with a long stretch something comes to the surface. a longing of mysterious circumstances. 000000000 sometimes it's comforting to know you are in the spot i was, as i was in yours. this circle of deceit that seems to be all he can give. didn't we already learn that people don't change when you are staring at them? only when you are gone, if that. << >>