| I need another tattoo,and we talked about the coincidence awhile ago.The same phrase.We wont see each other within a year,and I'm not ruining your birthday by getting it first. Tell me if you've changed your mind. Others will have to come before it,but they are too large for my body.I have to work something out. I've run out of cinnamon sticks. |
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| I miss you.So, so much. Come home.I need your logic,your drinks,your reassuring arms. |
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| We are at the mall.Buying adult presents,for our now-adult-friend's birthday.You are upset about a fight with your mother. I search for my size in jeans that are on sale, with no luck.All the legs are far too long."You're going to need a smaller size soon anyways."you tell me."What?", I ask."Your jeans are too big in that size," you reply,and pull at excess fabric, that I didn't even notice was there. When I get home I pull on my pajamas,notice something feels like its missing.Turn to the mirror.My necklace.The one you gave me for christmas. Its gone. Fallen off somewhere at the mall.The one you saved up for.Far too much money to spend on me.Drove all the way to Toronto in the storm,waiting for two hours until they calledyour name, even though they had skipped you on purpose.You dealt with all the dirty looks. I tear through everything. Bedsheets. Blankets.Hallways and cars.The mall is closed.Call tommorow, you say,you will buy me another one, you say. I doubt anyone will turn it in. |
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| I have a month, I think, to get together twelve more picturesfor my portfolio.and I'm starting to panic. Shit. I need this so badly. |
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