Monday, December 02, 2002

I was hugging my grandmother goodbye after we dropped her off at the nursing home when my eyes, running over her wall of pictures, settled on one of you and I from several years ago. On the way back up to the city, I lay down in the back seat, looking up at the Kansas stars and remembering when we'd all go down to the country together, you'd sleep the whole way back with your head in my lap, and I'd look out the window at the stars, dreaming.

That night, I dreamed we'd gotten back together, and I woke up feeling the happiest I've felt in almost two years.

I want to be done with this, but I guess I'm not. I know I told you that I think I'm getting over you, and I stand by that. But I do still love you, and I do still miss you. Damn it.

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