grendel

So the girl I put in my profile pic is the very first girl I ever went out with. The girl that, had I not gone halfway across the country for school, I would probably be married to right now. The girl that I loved in such an uncomplicated way that the very thought of it makes me want to weep.

The girl that e-mailed me out of the blue last week, sent me this picture, and told me she's been thinking about me non-stop and having dreams about me.

And as wonderful as that all sounds, as with all things, it's much more complicated than that.

Fuck it, I'm going to call her anyway.