I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
I wasn’t kidding when I told you I would be happy to spend the rest of my life
listening to your voice but I think it was a joke when you said
it would be worth it, for the sound of my laugh.
And you’re not the type to buy into meaningful glances, and I know -
at least, I tell myself I know -
that nothing could have happened here
and there is no other path life could have taken
and no, I don’t feel like a part of me is missing without you
and although I ascribe meaning to our empty memories
we were never anything remarkable.
You barely show up in my dreams, like those who I kept closer
and I haven’t written any letters for you, yet. And there was never any sign
of anything more than the outside until you remembered these
I’d even forgotten about myself and no, you never gave great pep talks
or told me I was special, or that the gods had plans, you just
believed in me as if it were the most natural thing in the world
and reminded me of all the books I’d read the year before.
You are always finding someone else, and so am I.
But through all of this
it’s the scent of your back garden in the rain
I still can’t shake.
When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
The best times to talk to someone are after they’ve read a good book, watched a good movie, or late at night
You might find that they’re more beautiful than you could have imagined
Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”
you catch a lot of flies with honey, but you catch more honeys being fly
Traveling - it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
I hope you look for me in everyone you meet.