Walk the line
In San Antonio this fine, nearly gone, morning. Came to visit a friend last night.
Okay, he's an ex-boyfriend. In fact, he's visited this blog before, in the early days. M returns.
I didn't realize that I missed him until he opened the door last night. I mean, yeah, I miss his company and our conversations. I didn't realize I just miss being around him. Nothing romantic or prurient, just around him.
Damn. I don't like being reminded that I feel for someone.
P.S. The title of today's post has not a blooming thing to do with anything else. I had Johnny Cash playing in the truck last night on the way up.
Okay, he's an ex-boyfriend. In fact, he's visited this blog before, in the early days. M returns.
I didn't realize that I missed him until he opened the door last night. I mean, yeah, I miss his company and our conversations. I didn't realize I just miss being around him. Nothing romantic or prurient, just around him.
Damn. I don't like being reminded that I feel for someone.
P.S. The title of today's post has not a blooming thing to do with anything else. I had Johnny Cash playing in the truck last night on the way up.
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