Monday, August 10, 2009

c'est il


i rushed from blockbuster thinking he'd be there waiting. and he was. saw mrs. E on her way out on the street. it was awkward. horribly awkward. it felt foreign - like it was his first time into the house. it's been too long since.

like always, plans were pushed and in come our impromptu indolent hang outs. in the room reading through a french beverage book. by the piano dying to chopin. in the kitchen savoring quiche. like always.

he kept insisting that it has been a while. he joke how paris has replaced him. funny - she did, in a way. he asked "is new york long-distance?"

we watched "a very long engagement" (with audrey tautou) and benjamin button.
two intense romances. just shows how truly we are similar.

mother fed us wok.

he took his shorts.

we dropped him off around 1:30. i remember those nights i would stumble out of a coma in his house to drive home. with windows opened. the sound of the late-night sprinklers rushing. the orange tinge of the street lamps create a mood of ....timelessness.

memories preserved forever.

i will miss him dearly.
but of course, it is not the end.

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