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I somehow thought that you’d be there when I woke up fifteen years from now with a slightly graying beard and a borderline-arthritic hip. It works out like that sometimes but not this time. It works out like that sometimes because some people don’t stop to think about the what-ifs and the super-ego and id of it all. What separates all of them from us is that we were too thoughtful to ever truly be happy. We liked to drive along the canal in the fall and soak in the filtered light but we weren’t thinking about the light like we said. We were thinking about when the light was going to end and what it’d be like to be living in apartments in Soho when you graduated. There was a moment there, somewhere, in the months and years, that we missed.

Posted By Vito Quattrocchi On 10.29.2010 @ 8:56 am