Thursday, January 22, 2009

Your hair was long when we first met

Starbucks tomorrow.
The promise of good things yet to come.
Trying not to go too fast with this, don't want to overwhelm him, or myself for that matter.

Saturday: Revolutionary Road, Borders, sushi, a guy I like. What could be better?
That is when I am sure I'll figure out if we'll be able to piece together a relationship.

Too soon? Probably. I have only known the guy for a short while. But he gets me.


Take me away into the night Ms. Regina Spektor.
"I wish I'd see your face below
I wish I'd hear you whispering low
But you don't live downtown no more
And everything must come and go..."

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