October 2010
Nothing Categories
Maybe I am just a big nothing, but once I was your nothing, a sweet nothing even.
Precaution
When we’d walk beside each other and my hand would knock against yours, you’d grab and hold it. “Saftey precaution,” you’d say.
For that Moment
I like to think that when something reminds me of you—a song, someone’s cologne—it means that you are somewhere being reminded of me, and for that moment we are together again.
