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Is emotion a renewable resource? I seem to have used it all up. What's left is just occassional bursts of thought and ideas and fucking confusion. I miss his scent, his voice, his saying "no its not" and "yay" and "i'm cold". His litheness walking beside me, close enough to touch and hug and love. Physical contact almost like a secondary thing next to ease of speech and playfulness. Fucking annoys me then why the hell do I miss him so much.
This isn't the beautiful poetic romance I've dreamed of, but its the next best thing I have, and I don't want to let go.
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Billy Mack: This is shit isn't it?
Manager: Solid gold shit, maestro.
Charlotte: You're probably just having a mid-life crisis. Did you buy a Porsche yet?
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