Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Old Times It was just like old times, when I'd sit outside the study, back against the doorframe, and talk easily and comfortably with her for hours. I'm not sure what I *expected*. Maybe tension, awkward silences with the baby screaming in the background. Not to hear her boyfriend ask who she was talking to, and hear her reply casually as if I spoke to her every day, not as if I was calling her after months of enforced silence. Maybe it was the name I heard her say, one I haven't gone by since high school, one only my parents call me and even my Edinburgh-based cousin has ceased to use. So casual, six months of babies and lovers and exams and fights to make up for. Six motnhs when I thought of them once in a while, or twice, or three times, or wondered what would happen if I drove by the purple door that led to her flat and knocked and knocked and But I didn't. And eventually I remembered that my quarrel hadn't really been with her, she just sat there, arms wrapped around her unborn child as me and the other fought. I'm not the person I was. I'm not that different either. I'm still not all grown up yet, just in the inbetween stage when I can think of curling up in a lover's arms reading children's books. It's not a bad stage to be at. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower