(I have a three-six-five over here; it’s a fancy way of saying diary.) 132/ September 9, 2010 - This is how. There are times when I do not want to be the one you end up with. I would rather be a thought that wakes you violently in the morning, a dream that sends you toppling over the boxes in your room, urging you to rummage madly, but you will not find what you are missing. I want to be the forgotten letter you pull out of a dusty drawer by mistake, the words that cause your lungs to ache as your eyes trace the slant of my handwriting with water. I want to be the photograph tucked safely inside your favorite book, the one you’ll never let your wife read. You will feel the need to look for me in every girl you meet. And you will remember me when you wear the black jacket that’s missing a button; you will think of how you lost it and what we were doing when you did. I want to be as wild and wanting and wicked as regret is known to be. Perhaps more. I want to be the lover who will never age in your heart. The firestrong, windfierce mistress to every memory you love. High-res

(I have a three-six-five over here; it’s a fancy way of saying diary.)

132/ September 9, 2010 - This is how.


There are times when I do not want to be the one you end up with. I would rather be a thought that wakes you violently in the morning, a dream that sends you toppling over the boxes in your room, urging you to rummage madly, but you will not find what you are missing. I want to be the forgotten letter you pull out of a dusty drawer by mistake, the words that cause your lungs to ache as your eyes trace the slant of my handwriting with water. I want to be the photograph tucked safely inside your favorite book, the one you’ll never let your wife read. You will feel the need to look for me in every girl you meet. And you will remember me when you wear the black jacket that’s missing a button; you will think of how you lost it and what we were doing when you did. I want to be as wild and wanting and wicked as regret is known to be. Perhaps more.

I want to be the lover who will never age in your heart. The firestrong, windfierce mistress to every memory you love.

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