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geminigirlSigns of Summer in DC: Exploding Manhole Covers.
Cleaned out e-mail. Much reduced. But decided to e-mail a sweet and wonderful former love in my life...I have no idea where he is, or what he's doing...haven't heard from him in about two or two and a half years. I'm hoping the e-mail I have for him is current and that I hear from him soon. He broke my heart, but in a beatiful and loving and positive way. It was a letting go sort of thing, not a breaking up sort of thing. He needed to go abroad to do the things that he was doing, and I was staying here. And so it was better to not be together. Then he met a guy, and fell in love and stayed over there for a while. It was painful and sad, but one of the big issues in our relationship was that we never seemed to coordinate our attractions-when he was more into girls, so was I, and when he was more into boys, so was I. But there was always much love shared between the two of us, and I miss him , and would like to know that he's well. And happy. I have so many fond and wonderful memories of him, of the time we spent together, and the things we shared. Of how he "kidnapped" me at the end of finals one night, driving accross town with three of his friends to pick me up, and how we parked the car in Georgetown (in the middle of the night) wandered into Rosslyn, ate breakfast and then wandered back. How he came to watch me wrestle in mashed potatoes and chocolate syrup for a Hillel fundraiser one night. The crazy fashion show. How he liked to borrow my skirts. All kinds of warm and wonderful things. And how, when he and a boyfriend broke up and we talked that night...even though we were miles apart, and I told him I wished I could be there to hold him he said, "I know exactly what you would do...you would stroke my hair, with my head in your lap, and hand me tissues. And then we would fall asleep, together, crammed into your bed, with a box of tissues squished up against the wall." He was right too. And my twin bed, in the dorm rooms never felt too small for two when he was in it with me.
Cleaned out e-mail. Much reduced. But decided to e-mail a sweet and wonderful former love in my life...I have no idea where he is, or what he's doing...haven't heard from him in about two or two and a half years. I'm hoping the e-mail I have for him is current and that I hear from him soon. He broke my heart, but in a beatiful and loving and positive way. It was a letting go sort of thing, not a breaking up sort of thing. He needed to go abroad to do the things that he was doing, and I was staying here. And so it was better to not be together. Then he met a guy, and fell in love and stayed over there for a while. It was painful and sad, but one of the big issues in our relationship was that we never seemed to coordinate our attractions-when he was more into girls, so was I, and when he was more into boys, so was I. But there was always much love shared between the two of us, and I miss him , and would like to know that he's well. And happy. I have so many fond and wonderful memories of him, of the time we spent together, and the things we shared. Of how he "kidnapped" me at the end of finals one night, driving accross town with three of his friends to pick me up, and how we parked the car in Georgetown (in the middle of the night) wandered into Rosslyn, ate breakfast and then wandered back. How he came to watch me wrestle in mashed potatoes and chocolate syrup for a Hillel fundraiser one night. The crazy fashion show. How he liked to borrow my skirts. All kinds of warm and wonderful things. And how, when he and a boyfriend broke up and we talked that night...even though we were miles apart, and I told him I wished I could be there to hold him he said, "I know exactly what you would do...you would stroke my hair, with my head in your lap, and hand me tissues. And then we would fall asleep, together, crammed into your bed, with a box of tissues squished up against the wall." He was right too. And my twin bed, in the dorm rooms never felt too small for two when he was in it with me.
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Date: 2003-06-17 07:28 am (UTC)Yeah, look your fella up!
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Date: 2003-06-17 07:38 am (UTC)*sigh*
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Date: 2003-06-18 12:57 pm (UTC)sign of summer in arizona: hear on the news of many car-beques a day.
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Date: 2003-06-19 06:38 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-06-23 02:14 am (UTC)i spent one summer out there, when i lived in herndon, and just remember thee most overwhelming humidity that i had ever felt in my LIFE.
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Date: 2003-06-23 06:08 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-06-25 03:12 pm (UTC)