I fell asleep around 5:30.
I feel like saying goodbye to him is going to be like saying goodbye to a friend, especially because I'm not totally anonymous to him anymore. (Not to say that I equate him to a friend, really, but I'm attached. It'll be a tough one. Not that goodbyes are ever easy.) That's stupid, but I'm sappy. Maybe all of the beautiful memories I've got piled up from this month came my way for a reason. I mean, I remember what it was like to see him on stage again after all of that time, and how it makes me happy in a way that... I can't think of anything else that makes me react that way. I know I've had my fair share, but it's sad to think... what if I never get to experience that again? I'll live, but... it's upsetting.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 11/10/05 at 11:58 PM