The Link Between Us August 19 What should I do about our cosmic connection, since we are clearly not meant to be? What should I take it to mean that although we no longer see each other, or speak, you email me within the same minute that I write to you? Is it because we lived together for so long? What about the fact that we still go to the same hairstylist, and usually on the same day? What if it doesn’t matter? For whatever reason, our souls are linked. I don’t know why — it’s obvious we can’t be married. We killed our marriage. So why won’t this link between us die along with it? The Butterfly September 21 I remember you once told me that I had killed a beautiful butterfly by driving too fast, seconds after we both saw it. I don’t know if you were trying to memorialize the butterfly, or to make me feel bad. All I know is, none of that matters now. Something to Whisper September 25 Tonight I watched a man whisper something funny into a woman’s ear. He was so close to her because the music was so loud, and I remembered the feeling of your mouth against my ear, sometimes whispering something, sometimes kissing, sometimes just getting close; having someone to hold my hand, to whisper something worth saying. I don’t want to be married, but some nights, I just don’t want to be alone in a room, alone in a bar, alone in my house, alone in this — the life I thought we would live together.
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