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By darwin Date: 2004 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.09.20.13.29.25793]] |
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you said you remembered the important things. when i asked you if you remembered that table we looked at months ago. green and blonde wood, a chip in the leg. you had forgotten, and i could tell you that the woman who wanted to sell it from her garage was 32, with curly red hair and freckles dotting her nose. even from back in may. i remember that she wore a white t-shirt. you said it's because i'm smarter. i asked you about our first date, what happened on our first date. and you said that we made out. (we did) I asked what else, and you said we cuddled, ate mcdonalds and curled on the couch and then you left to sleep in your bed an hour away. i asked about our second date then. and you told me about going to bookstores and holding hands, watching akira and eating chinese, and sleeping over without having sex. i remember the first date, i remember the crumbface shirt you had on underneath your navy blue sweater with the red and white stripe across the middle. your hard lens contacts that were aching your eyes but you want to wear them instead of your glasses. your brown shoes with the shoelace that was broken and torn off. i remember how you asked to hold my hand, and then you asked to kiss me. and you did. gently, just lightly touching my lips. i remember your andrew dice clay impression. then i remember saying good bye for the night. but you returned the next day, wearing brown courderoys, with your old black and tattered jawbox t-shirt. you wore your glasses now, and you had your old sage colored worn out airwalks on. you looked so happy to see me when i opened that door to say hello. then i remember in the book store when you held my hand, we were going in opposite directions, and you held on to my hand until you couldn't anymore, and our fingertips parted ways, our arms outstretched toward each other. i remember how you were so excited to find an english version of akira because your japanese version didn't work in your dvd player. i remember sitting down and having chinese, and you loved crab rangoon. i remember asking you to spend the night and you said yes. and we slept together. in our underwear, just barely touching. but looking at each other, as if were the chinese noodles we just ate. i knew i was going to fall in love with you then. with those dark eyes of yours and your eyelashes that brushed your cheek every time you blinked. i remember thinking that i hope that you didn't leave like so many others, cause my heart was full and it couldn't break again. i knew i wanted you to see me where so many others had failed. and you did. and you still do. |