| 2008-06-14
- 8:11 p.m. The thing is, maybe, this: because it was so short it had no proper ending. Because it had no proper ending, because it did not flame and then flicker and then die, all feelings left in the past, all feelings replaced by the annoyance of how she folded laundry or how he washed dishes, replaced by dislike of her mom or replaced by the frustrations of variables such as work and school and holidays at his or hers. Perhaps because it just lived and was on fire for such a short time and then halted by distance, 1600 miles, give or take, halted by distance and time, perhaps because of that you are able to put more into it than might have really been there. The perfect relationship because it never had time to turn. The perfect girl because she never had time to let you down. And maybe, perhaps, that is why she is there. And you have moved on, in and out of other relationships, in a relationship now with a girl who as her faults, but whose faults are so less than your own that you wake up daily grateful for her, you fall in love daily with her, and every moment you are afraid you do not love her enough. |
