And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
L called. It was great to hear her voice after so long. But being sick really limits communication.
Mum called, too, noonish. I hate not being with her on her birthday. She's always been there with me, only not my freshman year of college. And then G was with me, so it was okay. She loved him so much.
Somehow I came out of the weekend not arrested, not having seen him, closer than ever to the girls, and taking four English classes. Three of which he is in.
I am a bad girl.
So I'll think of her, always, and of him, and how he was never older than ten.
We wonder more than anything what he'd be like today.
This black ribbon, it will stay wrapped around my wrist until it is naught but soggy shreds.
