It could have been different, you know? I would have acted like it didn't matter that you live across the country, and that you don't want a girlfriend, and that your hands were just curious when it came to my hair and my cheekbones. It took me three days and nights to get used to you, your smell, the silkiness of the hair on your chest, the blackest eyelashes fringed around brilliant blue green eyes that change with your mood. Its been over a month, almost two before I could bring myself to write about you. I'm torn between wondering when I will forget you and when I will see you again. I almost want to hate you for getting into your van and driving back to New Jersey and not inviting me to come. I would have, you know? Yours is a face I know I could love. Your mouth spouts about art, history, etiqutte and love. You have me, you have owned me ever since the first night you invited me into your castle made of plastic, oriental rugs and incense, and asked me to share myself with you. We can never go back, we are bonded together for eternity. And I will wait just that...
Reason for writing:
A weekend about a month and a half ago I met the man of my dreams, needless to say, my best friend had been in love with him for 5 years and we never knew until the next morning when she heard us making love all night and came to us crying saying that she couldn't take it. We are her two best friends, so that was it, no questions asked. We will never be together again. And I cry about it every night...This is for you, wherever you are...probably in cold New Jersey, blowing glass, not thinking about me. You have my heart.***M
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