threestares

several years ago i met a man. i imagined, briefly, what it would be to spend the rest of my life with him, and then he was gone.

what strikes me about him now is that when i looked him up on 411.com there was only a single listing for his name in the united states. i felt like a spy, waiting for him to confirm what i had already come to know about him.

yesterday i looked him up on dogpile, and there he was. bastard.