I'd prefer you as a memory, a point of interest on my travelogue.
wouldn't we like it distant and always perfect? You can remember me hazy. a photograph from the forties, blurred until we are beautiful. I'll make you a mood. those new boots in Winter. the night's thrill of crunching snow.
We could be a poem. clean, concise, efficient. leave out the vulgarity of insignificant details: your bathrobe on the floor; the hair on this carpet
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ah, which old friends do you mean? like, me? no more letters and missed chances to see each other? waaaaah....
Yeah, I don't know about that post. How pretty, except when you're one of the old friends.
-- M
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