the coastergirl diaries volume thirty-seven

looking back what i think about most often are the nights spent at the coffeehouse at 4 am. those are the beautiful things. then, the sultry nights at the worthington. i was to young to drin then (you hated it when i was drunk.) but it didn't matter. we sat and drank cup after cup of coffee from their little british tea cups and shuffled the spicey trail mix concoction into our mouths. it never mattered what we did or didn't say. we were in love with life and it was the drug we woke for.

so when i think of life and love and the pursuit of miracles, this is what comes to mind. the miracle of midnight and words exchanged and a smile across a table a laugh as i climbed from your car to mine to go home.

life is a collection of nows. irreconciliable. irretrievable.

but it's those coffeehouse days and bali shag nights i think of now on my way home from work. some things are always worth thinking about.

thank you, for existing in my world.

2002-12-11 | 10:05 a.m.
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