yup. love.

that small grip of nostalgia to share moments with someone that no one else bears witness to. there’s a want for it back and growing.

must be the moon or something. tough being a hopeless romantic at the bottom of the world.

funny to encounter the twinge after an evening of testosterone-driven movies in the gym (Gladiator and 300) but sitting in my room, with a moment to ponder thought and miss old friends and old lovers… my friend anna was right - i fall fast and hard because i spend most of my life looking for it.

the lyrics from the postal service song, clark gable, keep tumbling through my head.

a woman from minneapolis (friend of a friend) writes about this far better than i. www.zosiablue.com