I don't want to go back to reality tomorrow. Not even a little bit. This weekend was fun with family, and I was able to fit in time with friends. Of course there was Dawson's Creek too. I'm obsessed. I can't help it. I'm almost done watching it. Really, in a few hours I will be onto season 6. Winning. All in all it was a really good second Easter in Denver.
“She had loved the way that they used to joke together. Repartee, George Orson called it, and it would be terrible if that was gone, if somehow things had changed so much between them, if their old relationship was now lost, irretrievable.”
—Dan Chaon, Await Your Reply
I have re-typed this paragraph 3 or 4 times at this point. Maybe more. I'm not sure what to say, probably because I'm not sure who reads this.I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. Look, I wouldn't change anything about that night. I know you felt like I was yelling at you. I'm sorry for that, but I just don't understand why you did and are doing this. I said what I needed to say, then I did what I needed to do. I left. Those 20 blocks home were completely liberating (Yes, I was THAT girl)
Because you're not mad.
You want to be, but you just can't.
And when you talk about him,
your eyes still sparkle
You want to be, but you just can't.
And when you talk about him,
your eyes still sparkle
This has nothing to do with me holding you to a double standard. It's just life. You asked what happened and honestly I wish I knew. At the end of the day I have to ask weren't you there?
"Sometimes you just have to turn your back and walk away... whether you're walking out on your friends, your family, or the love of your life... sometimes walking away is the hardest thing to do, but the best thing in the end."
