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11:39 a.m. - October 05, 2002 Feeling lonely. Ran into Dana's mother a couple days ago and I was the awkward one whereas she had a big smile and said it was good to see me, and I couldn't help but think this is what Dana will look like in her 50s--a hot hot hot woman--and how that's gone now. Dana is also gone, leaving for her own Ph.D. somewhere on the east coast, but not where I think she would have gone. I didn't want to ask. There are times when the air you breathe smells acrid and full of mistake and error and you long for the days spent in the dell with fresh breezes tickling the senses.
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