I miss her already

The first day she surprises me and comes over and nothing is special about anything that we do. There is nothing special about the way she talks. She is beautiful, but not in the same way that she used to be.

The second day I tell her she can't come over because I have too much work to do, but all I am really going to do is drink. I can tell in her voice that she wants to come, but for some reason I resist. She comes anyway and surprises me. I love every moment of the two hours we spend sipping coffee, checking our e-mail, telling stories, and talking.

The third and final day, tonight, she came over because I wanted her to and because she wanted to. We walked to South Side and then went to the Karate show at the Andy Warhol Museum. I kept thinking about how nice it was to spend time with her again and how much I really want her to come back permanently. She still says silly things in silly voices that never cease to make me smile. She still has the biggest most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen in my life.

When Karate played tonight, Geoff Farina's voice was like a blanket. A big warm blanket. Like walking bare foot on a carpet. He has the most soothing and comfortable voice in the world. He reminded me of everything that I used to love as she was sitting right beside me. I wanted to reach over and hold her hand, but I didn't.

I last saw her about an hour ago, and I am three beers down now. I have so many more to go before I can drink away how much I miss her alreay.

({Geoff Farina - Car})

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