I got up extra early this morning and burned the CD, knowing the perfect song to end the mix. Attached the card I wrote last night. Took the long way to work, totally out of my way actually, but I wanted to do this.stopped off @ the florist across the street from his place. Sunflowers, the big kind — not his favorite but I know they’ll make him think about me. Rode the elevator up quietly, left the big yellows against his door with the card and CD slid into the stems, nodded to the doorman on my way out, and walked to work hoping he’d find them soon, cuz I wasn’t gonna call and tell him. I walked across 14th Street and I cried about how confusing this whole weird weekend has been for us. I just want for everything to be better and uncomplicated, and I wanna do what I can to see it through. To show him that I’m no prince, no saint, nobody’s wildest dream. But I can stand behind and be someone to fall back on.

Cryptic much, stranger friends? Well, that’s most everything I’m gonna say (and yes, I totally stole that “stranger friends” from Rosie). A lot of stuff has been going on in my world, mostly stuff of the good. It’s not all as tragic as it was this morning on the way to work. Parties and people, kisses, birthdays and good hair days, a lot of laughing. I want to keep all these good and beautiful things in my life as close as possible. I don’t wanna go without any of it, especially what I’ve found with him.