there is nothing left between us and i am not sure if that should make me happy or sad. i know i said i would stop thinking about you, stop writing these words to you … but it’s so hard because you were so many first everythings. i don’t know how i felt so at home in your home when i hadn’t been there in years.
driving home tonight, i came upon the stretch of us-23 where you can see ahead for nearly a mile. a place where, as mike pointed out, would be perfect to floor it at two o’clock in the morning when no one else is around.
