Tuesday, March 11, 2008 9:14 PM
a jump and squeeze from behind
The ocean miles are two phrases of time, now, long gone.
Handwritten letters to a pseudo-war tucked inside brown paper wrapped boxes packed to the rim.
Then tied affectionately with strings and addressed with a blue permanent marker.
The ensuing wait silently eats away at thoughts.
How every phone call began with a questioning Hello? with hopes to hear a particular voice in return. And how difficult it was to guise the disappointment when it wasn't.
Three months apart does funny things to you. The stories of people who have walked in (and all over!) your life only comes to life in pictures conjured by the mind. Their smiles when you pulled a funny. Or the way they hid tears when you left. That's the impact you have inadvertently had over them. It's only you who could do all of that in one sitting.
For that, I'm proud.
Thanks for being back in one piece. Bullying behavior and everything, intact.
The shifting sounds from the bottom bunk never sounded better.
*love*
minx wrote at9:14 PM
