2:55 p.m. it's no fun distancing yourself from someone when they actually let you go. You get so tired of trying and you finally make that double-or-nothing gamble and then suddenly you're freefalling and you know - you've always known (deep down) - that they would not be there to catch you. And then it gets lost. Gone. I'm always shaken at how tenuous our connections are, how easily they disappear. [Oh, if it was only that neat. I distance myself in baby steps, tentatively, without conviction. Always looking over my shoulder and ever ready to run back if there's the slightest indication that I am loved.] * "and we know who we should love but we're never certain how." who said that? oh, who else... the weakerthans comin' through for me again. I'm back, hey? I really am. |
