tonight, i listened to that tegan & sara song about a thousand times as I drove downtown logan. it was vacated at 11:00 per usual, and i began thinking about why it never works for me. why i get so close and watch it fall apart.
either way, mouth open or closed, tragedy strikes: he is forced away from me; we never speak again. he vacates the country, we both lose touch. he lives down the street, and i try to avoid him on campus. while still searching the crowds. because one day, i'm going to give him a piece of my mind.
not the point.
there is a gentleman in one of my classes this semester. yesterday, he wore a plaid shirt.
this is the part where i get it together, and the universe cooperates.