quietly explosive

I got your 2 songs and Autumn card, all in one day.

You’re lucky you’re over there you know.

If you were here, I’d probably crush you with the force of my hug alone.

Here’s a virtual bone-crushing hug anyway.

*HUGSTIGHTLY

Love,

L.

Just because you know exactly what to expect when it hits you,

and you laugh at how ridiculous you can feel over someone’s smile,

or how silly it is to have your tummy do flips when he’s near,

and you just bear with it because you know it won’t last,

and you play along just for fun,

just because you know that once you’ve gone through the whole routine,

all absurdities will stop,

and you’ll be sensible again,

doesn’t it make it any less sad when it all finally ends,

because you knew from the very beginning it was always the idea,

and never him.

but we all love the idea of possibilities, no matter how far-fetched.

I was in court the other day, in the elevator, waiting for it to get to my floor, when the girl next to me turned and said:

“I just love your blazer. It’s so chic. Where’d you get it?”

Even in a cold dreary place with such solemn faces around us, we can afford to comment on our outfits so business-like and professional.

I had to laugh.