Things I love Thursday: the blue sky on a windy winter day, long walks to clear my head, being done memorizing all the muscles for my anatomy and physiology lab exam next Friday, Indian food, watching Dexter, a clean room, a family who loves me more than all of these things combined. One could say it was a good day.
We used to be made of the same imagination. We used to share our secrets and laugh until we gasped for air.
You have since changed. You breath the air and I am left gaping. You speak at me and I am waiting - for my turn to tell you how lonely things have been, how much I needed you while you were off living a dream.
I hope sincerely that, just as you became scattered when the wind blew you elsewhere, you will find your way back to me. Until then, I will be here, holding your secrets safely, anxiously.