Do you know, today, I put on that old shirt and that scarf. Something I wore, one day, with you. You wouldn't remember. But this morning, I thought of that day. I got dressed to that day.
It's not important, I don't think. The details. But sometimes, somehow, they become bigger then they were. Magnified through time and seperation and imagination.
You know, it's funny how it always comes back to you. Even - especially - when I don't want it to.
I never did want it to.
But I think there were moments when I knew it would.
If I'm lucky, you'll never see this. You'll never know this.
(But you know I'm rarely lucky, and I'm always, always cold.)