not what i had imagined.

this day.

i had an agenda, lists to keep me occupied...

and i sat here and i thought and i thought...and i wrote and i wrote.

i went back in to my filing cabinet and read every email i ever sent her, even the ones she never actually got.

i read in the lines, knowing myself, and i tried to soak it in.

three years it has been, and it all seems so brief. time itself has changed, warped...it moves faster now.

i watched myself fall in those emails.

without a net. without wanting a net.

with ties to another, and still i fell.

yes, and still...even now.

willow is here to see the dogs, more soon.

...previously... ~ ...next...