She showed me this whole other world. When we were together I felt like her and I could create something beautiful together even though I had felt like a monster myself at the time. We'd talk about our views and the world. I miss telling her about all my opinions and racing thoughts. We'd ride around Winnetka in her dad's convertable, top down screaming with the wind in our hair just to feel alive.
I don't miss needing something to make me feel alive, though.
But this was an exception. Everything with her felt right, and I wish I had this lady back. It's been too long.
Paris, our road trip is still on.
On another note, today I fell off my bike and almost got hit by a car, had a picnic with some lovely ladies and rode on the back of a bike while Paul swerved and got me so scared that I jumped off.
I've gotten so many battle wounds lately. Skinned my wrist while climbing on rocks, almost got hit by a car as I fell off my bike, got three blisters from new shoes and Paul whipped me in the face while we were on the swings together.
Entirely worth it
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