An ant crawls over my foot and I wonder, briefly, how an ant got up here. It’s cold now, the season has changed. It’s cold and it’s time to move on. Time to finish this story. Time to close this entire chapter, from then to now.
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The road keeps rushing by as I sit in the seat. I’m not moving on my own, but there I am watching trees and churches and life blur by me. I shift my gaze to the road, watching the lines on the road, the dotted lines, blur into an almost imperceptible line of pale white. [...]
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You know this is the reason. You know this is what it means. I didn’t love Kate. I loved the idea of Kate. I loved the ideal. I loved having a girl I loved. I loved because I loved the idea of being in love.
She will always be my first love. But now, years on, [...]
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This girl doesn’t live far away — about eight blocks. She holds onto my arm, her head jerking and bobbing as if it is a fishing lure. She is apologizing. (See? It’s that regret thing.) We get back and she asks me to stay until she is in bed. A comfort thing I suppose. I [...]
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. . . pop music, or call it what you will, creates some of the most magical moments in life. And those
