Everything but the Girl

And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain

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I try to keep my longing to myself, as I know that she does not want to hurt me in anyway.

This song always gets to me and leaves my mind wandering in so many directions. There’s this duplex that we have made a thing out of, she probably has no idea just how much she melts my heart.

The story behind that would take for too many characters to explain and still would not make sense so I will skip that since I know that the story will forever live in my heart. It started for over a decade ago when I noticed that graffiti repair resembled a fun little ink blot on the wall, I lived a block away, so I passed it every day for the next several years. I don’t even know what made me mention it to her, ever so casually, and she lit up like I understood her and it was the warmed feeling that I could never describe. I’m really terrible at trying not to overreact in those moments, so in my over analyzing of every situation, I have come to the conclusion that I under react in a tremendous way, just trying to be normal and having no idea where that baseline is.

When I walk to that house to set things on the light near the wall that I once jumped, I typically park on Allen Street. While I walk up the steep hill, I divert my eyes as I always had in the past. I can’t help but think about the years I spent climbing in that window, with permission, but now, I try not to even look at that house. Such a small town with way too many people… and countless memories.

The first few lines get me there and just take me away.

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You always were two steps ahead, of everyone

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I absolutely love it when she calls me ‘Sweet Potato” or “Sweet P.” Today was the second day that I went up to the sandwich shop and bought a dozen cookies after I knew that they would be off of work. She had told me that she baked fresh ones today and they were everything that I could have imagined.

She may know by now that the cookies are all just part of my performance art. Craving to be as close as possible without disrupting the universe.

As I take my normal walking path and turn left on A Street – I thought about graphs of asymptotes and how the line continually approaches a given curve but does not meet it at any finite distance.

That must be incredibly frustrating for that cute little line.