Once upon a time I was obsessed with numbers. It came about of course because he, the ultimate he in my case, was obsessed with numbers. Baseball jerseys, signatures, times on the clock. After a certain amount of time who can't be excited about an extra kiss because its 7:26 p.m. It been a long time since then(almost 9 years) and I'm laughing at myself for thinking of him as I book appointments on 1/26, as I go to bed at 12:26 a.m. as I stop reading me book on 126th page. Some habits die hard. But I think it is fine, while in some way it is terribly sad, our fate and how separated we have become, deep down I know we're still connected, at that makes it ok.
In some small way a part of you,
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