I know we drove each other crazy. Sometimes you were impossible to understand, and I would stay up late racking my brain, desperately wanting nothing but to "get" you. But beneath the jargon, the verbosity and the made-up words, you were passionate, altruistic, even emotional. You weren't dramatic or sensational, you weren't even time-bound or competitive. All you wanted was for everyone to get along.
Now that I'm stuck here with Truth and Attribution and Clarity, and I miss you, I really do. I hear about you from other people - namely M., who knows you so well he is starting to create you - and I felt a twinge of jealousy - or is it guilt?
It's probably best that I got out while I could. But I hope I never get over you.
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