aftershocks b

things you're going to miss:


my red hair. my huge eyes. my red curtains (me, wes anderson and david lynch). my music. my voice. my unbelievably loyal fans. my unbelievably great friends. the fact that i read comic books, sci fi and heavy fiction. the small of my back. my collarbone. the curve of my hip. my inner thigh. poking my bellybutton. learning to take milk and sugar in your morning coffee. sunday brunch. kissing me. pulling my hair. watching me when i'm at social events with my friends. my sarcastic humor. my sleeve-falling-downy getups. the eighty shades of black in my wardrobe. the fact that i wear berets, when nobody else you know can pull them off. finding bits of my glitter everywhere. your chance to go to northern california with me and see where i grew up. your chance to go back to slc with me and watch me mock the students. my heart-shaped face. my litany of gay boyfriends. my unquestioning willingness to sleep in your leaky apartment. teasing me about the magazines i read. nights in my cozy apartment. the fact that i know all the best places to eat. the fact that i know every bartender in town with a wink and a nod.


these are the only ones i remember.


and you love me. finally. i just wish you hadn't chosen today to tell me that.