i suppose i would still like to be a part of your life, and that could be pathetic, but i don’t think it is. it means i’d like to move further away from this attachment, to accept whatever it was that happened and then didn’t.
right now, my roommate is making the most delicious dinner. she made slits into a long loaf of bread for melted cheese, she strained the pasta. the smell is music to my nose. all day i slept and drank tea, hot chocolate, thought about getting into a csa program for delivered weekly vegetables. i’ve been so tired lately but everything sounds good and full of this thing i need.