June 22, 2009

Snippets

"I don't want you to hate me," he said, stifling a sob. I put my arms around him.

"I don't hate you," I replied. "I love you."

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"Why can't you talk to ME!?" she shouted. "What kind of crazy fuck goes to a shrink?!"

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"You need to fight for yourself. Fight for yourself like I know you would fight for me," she said tearfully.

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"Even after all those years and all those hard times, my heart still beat faster when I heard his footsteps on the stairs," she said, a far-off look in her eyes.

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"I'm leaving him and he knows I'm leaving him," she typed to me.

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"I think it would be really something to know you," she said shyly, standing at the entrance of my cubicle.

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"I came to see you," he corrected. "I know you're moving to San Francisco and I thought you might like someone to go with you." Hope was written on his face.

"I have someone I'm going with," I said gently. His face fell.

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"I know it sounds boring, but I think it's the boring things I remember most," he said wistfully.

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"When I'm with you I remember things better and when I look at you it feels like home," she cried desperately. "You can't go!"

1 comment:

Becky said...

the most boring things ARE the things that we remember the most