The general plan for the summer is: poetry, dinners, analysis of the Bohm interpretation of quantum theory, the East Village, and stop thinking of her after you help her pack her things and say goodbye.
The afternoon I figured out she was straight, I walked to her to a meeting. When she left, she placed her hand in mine and ran her fingers slowly from the bottom of my palm to my fingertips. For hours, my knuckles hummed.
For every person you meet, say this to yourself: when this is over, we will have shared a few inches of skin. Which few inches makes all the difference.
The afternoon I figured out she was straight, I walked to her to a meeting. When she left, she placed her hand in mine and ran her fingers slowly from the bottom of my palm to my fingertips. For hours, my knuckles hummed.
For every person you meet, say this to yourself: when this is over, we will have shared a few inches of skin. Which few inches makes all the difference.
Yes, I guess I'm at the point where even though I don't say grace as I don't have a religion, I try to say thank you to the animal and I try not to waste. Simplistic but it helps me deal.