Finally laying down, allergy pill ingested, browsing iTunes for a new song to buy.
My iPhone is full of songs that make me think of you, and it will probably take a few for me to figure out how to even remove them. I’ll leave some of them though.
Browsin, yea definitely not buying the last song I put on in your car on last sunny Thursday. Thinking about that burns me kinda. I’ll go for a song off of talib kweli’s ‘gutter rainbows’. Better alternative.
Typically I’d be having Monday dinner with you and catching up on Game of Thrones. Our little ritual, one of some. This Monday though, I was on the couch at home with a Bolano book keeping my hand warm instead of what should have been keeping my hand warm. Yours.
I won’t call it a mistake, but I will say I got comfortable. Nestled in consistency.
Then those C words decided they couldn’t stick around. And the B word popped up.
No, not ‘bitch’.
B as in ‘break up’.
Followed up with an O. As in ‘Oh.’