this is where we look for things
03.18.03 - 5:34
i make them up when i don't remember and the spaces grow too wide. it's both fascinating and nearly intolerable, watching a person fall apart in front of you. it's even more fascinating and intolerable when you're watching yourself.
i remember strawberry-blond hair and the feel of it through my fingers. i didn't expect to see you there. the sun rises earlier now and sets later. there is more time to examine the world but i'm not sure whether this is positive or not.
sometimes i get the feeling that you think it's only the distance between us, she said. the distance and the years, but it's more than that (do you remember how she said it?). it's love and pain (and the hours, always the hours). i don't remember exactly how she said it. i don't remember anything exactly, i suppose. memories are just a faint imitation of reality and that moment's dead and gone forever. i know.
you were always the pedantic one.
