I got you, dude! - Marina
Can’t. Stop. Watching.
Tonight I’m so exhausted. I’m happy and content but exhausted. Running with Jeannette and talking is maybe my favorite thing right now. She’s such great company and just a kick ass woman.
My body is so sore and it’s taking a lot of effort to even type from my phone laying down. Owwww those bar dips are killing me.
I chatted with her about why/ if she looks for an ex driving a particular kind of car. She looks too. It’s reassuring to know I’m not the only one. I think it’s nuts that a single double take, or one measly second on my drive to work has impacted my thoughts for three days now. But some exes just do that to you. They remind you. You think of how loved you felt, the laughs, the quirks. Love is funny that way. It makes you think of the good times. It makes you curious. I want to know how he’s doing. But I’ll always feel held back. It’s odd.
She’s so smart and I love her input. It means a lot to me that I can relate to her on such a weird subject (which is really starting to sound like stalking) that people never really talk about.
2/17/14 was a good day. Went for a long walk and got a little lost with a coworker after work. Ridiculously slow time but the exploration was worth it. Love days and nights like this.
Also, jimmy Fallon’s first Tonight Show aired. I hope to always remember how special and meaningful it was. Viva le YouTube that didn’t make sense but oh well.
What is it like to be hosting the Tonight Show?
Holy shit. This makes me tear up, choke up, and chill (up?).
What if we’re our own missed connections? Maybe, as they say, “the timing was just off?”
We drive past each other every so often, I see you look back at me. I’m sure you see me too. I know your car. I know your license plate. Every time that model drives by I look for your face. Today, you noticed my truck. You saw my face. But what did you see?
I sometimes think about you. I hope you think about me. You’re the ex I wonder about. The one that’s hardest to completely forget.
Is your life better now? While I hope so, I’m not sure. Is mine better, or is it just different because I had to adapt to not having you? I wonder about you.
I think you would like who I’ve become. I like who I’ve become. But I don’t know what you’re about.
I live in doubt.
Since we passed each other driving this morning, you’re all I’ve thought about. You’re the worst kind of ex. But you were also the best.