Recently I saw someone I loved when I was younger… loved mindlessly and completely
… the first love letter I wrote and never sent
He was flirting a little… perhaps in memory of times past
… and I missed you
I met a Jamaican guy last week… 6 ft 3, dark and sexy… so funny and smart… attentive. We’re supposed to go see a movie this weekend
… wish it was you
Oh you know RK(that slightly chubby, 6ft tall, cute Jamaican guy I went to high school with)… who used to have the really long braids. He wants to go out for dinner… the movies… talk about Barack Obama, my preference in music… my past life. He wants me STILL
I see his earnestness… and I miss you.
The New American is cuter than you y'know… beautiful smile, lovely eyes, 6ft 7, light as daylight…
…and I haven’t yet returned his call…
There’s a Nigerian guy who came into the picture not long ago… so funny its absurd… so in like with my sometime immaturity and sarcasm and odd laughter. He uses words like rhapsody and perpetuate… reminds me a lot of me. He’s 6ft 2 and dark and cute and…
I hate this
I hate that I miss you more than I see you… that I can’t drive over and hit you when I’m mad and kiss you when I’m glad.
I hate that you’re there and I’m here and, for the reasons that already are, we can’t meet in either place at the moment
I hate your stupid I’m sorrys and I miss yous and the fact that you wouldn’t let me go when I said I didn’t want to do this any longer
I hate the fact that you come with your smile and jokes and easy laughter and… and…
I fucking miss you Marley.