so, it's confession time.
i have this friend.
and we've lost touch, you know?
but, i know that her man keeps a blog.
when i miss her- and i do miss her,
i check out his blog.
sometimes he posts pictures of her.
and i'm comforted by how she looks just like she did when we were tight,
drinking margaritas together,
running together with the sun coming up,
or that one year when it seems like all she did was pick up the pieces of me,
over and fucking over again.
tonight's one of those nights.
see, i'm coming off a 4-day bender when all i feel is misunderstood by the folks around me.
she'd know what to say tonight.
say, shit. really she'd just know how to look at me and it'd be alright.
she's there in his blog tonight.
but just like most of his posts, i have to dig deep to find her,
buried underneath all the references to new shit they've bought,
or the fucking 8 million pictures of their house remodel.
she's in the corner, right?, like he snapped the shot and said, fuck, jess. you're in the shot.
you're in the shot.
but, i'll take that.
the glimpse.
i don't like all the shit, though.
and it reminds me of why i worry about her.
cuz, what the fuck.
stuff together never equals a life together, but man, you two are trying real hard,
to make that formula work.
i wanna click on the blog one day and be real surprised.
i wanna see him seeing her. and her seeing him back.
and i want all that for her, and for me, and for fucking all of us. right?
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