Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away.
Corny perhaps, but fitting. Today I decided fitting was more important than original.
So it's cloudy and chilly for the first time for weeks. A 60 degree day dropped in the middle of an 80 degree month like a drop of a water of a hot skillet. The bubble holds is own, dancing for a moment before dissipating like it was never there. I'm enjoying it. The gray days are much more to my liking than the bright ones. Sitting at my desk with a cup of coffee under a blanket contemplating the last few days, and the days that come after.
So yeah, I have a girlfriend now. Kinda. Sorta. She lives in Southern California. I... do not, and that seems unlikely to change anytime soon.
Her plane landed on Saturday while I was at dialysis. Left alone and without a car downtown, I rallied the troops (aka Raseny) and found her in Davis Park. From there we spent a lot of time together. Not enough, but a lot. A couple of sunsets and sunrises, and some long hours in between. We saw The Dark Knight, drove out to Multnomah Falls, and spent a lot of time sitting around talking. As weekends go, I've done far worse.
Her plane left on Tuesday while I was dialysis. My first day coming home to a completely empty house now that Beth has a job. My room still smells like her... I think. My sense of smell is all messed up, but I get this lingering itch in the back of my brain and this ... sensation... that reminds me of a smell, and that reminds me of her. So I fell in my bed and slept for over 12 hours. I guess I needed it.
And now it's Wednesday, and the sun won't shine. The air won't warm, and the smile won't leave my face. There's coffee, warm food, and a perfectly gloomy day. The only thing that would make this better is if I could make 1000 miles not so far away.
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away.
Corny perhaps, but fitting. Today I decided fitting was more important than original.
So it's cloudy and chilly for the first time for weeks. A 60 degree day dropped in the middle of an 80 degree month like a drop of a water of a hot skillet. The bubble holds is own, dancing for a moment before dissipating like it was never there. I'm enjoying it. The gray days are much more to my liking than the bright ones. Sitting at my desk with a cup of coffee under a blanket contemplating the last few days, and the days that come after.
So yeah, I have a girlfriend now. Kinda. Sorta. She lives in Southern California. I... do not, and that seems unlikely to change anytime soon.
Her plane landed on Saturday while I was at dialysis. Left alone and without a car downtown, I rallied the troops (aka Raseny) and found her in Davis Park. From there we spent a lot of time together. Not enough, but a lot. A couple of sunsets and sunrises, and some long hours in between. We saw The Dark Knight, drove out to Multnomah Falls, and spent a lot of time sitting around talking. As weekends go, I've done far worse.
Her plane left on Tuesday while I was dialysis. My first day coming home to a completely empty house now that Beth has a job. My room still smells like her... I think. My sense of smell is all messed up, but I get this lingering itch in the back of my brain and this ... sensation... that reminds me of a smell, and that reminds me of her. So I fell in my bed and slept for over 12 hours. I guess I needed it.
And now it's Wednesday, and the sun won't shine. The air won't warm, and the smile won't leave my face. There's coffee, warm food, and a perfectly gloomy day. The only thing that would make this better is if I could make 1000 miles not so far away.