en vitae la femme

Seven Hundred and Fifty
2004-04-18 20:05:32 (UTC)

Saturday Night

I couldn't go to sleep before work. I really wanted a nap,
but I couldn't stop thinking.

Specifically, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Can't say that's happened before.

I mean, gee, I thought about him, but just a moment here and
there.

I enjoyed our friendship, so there wasn't much to think
about it, just enjoyment.

I hadn't put much thought into anything since I first saw
him in that truck leaning out the passenger window looking
back at me.

I got so high imagining him touching me, I went to work
feeling like I got stoned when I don't smoke pot anymore.

I wish I could find the words...


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