I stopped at that same intersection…you know the one….and stared, and stared, and stared tonight. I’m not sure how long I was there…it doesn’t really matter. I didn’t have anything to come home to. But this song played over and over in my head as I sat there. I hate this neighborhood now. I hate this apartment now. I hate all the good things happening in my life, and you not being the first person I get to excitedly and obnoxiously share them with. I hate this whole fucking situation…and most of all, I hate that we haven’t had a chance to sit down and talk and journey through each other’s heads. We’re both thinkers…I know you’ve picked this apart almost as much as I have (you know how I over analyze everything, and you hate me for it…no you don’t). I’m sure you have as much to say as I do. It was  a fantastic journey through our lives the past few years…I don’t see any good reason why we can’t sit and share our thoughts on this mess with the same tenderness and good will we’ve shown each other this whole time.