July 20, 2011
All these years later, I cannot stop thinking of her, those times we had, the times I wish we'd have.
It's that goddamn vulnerability that's nailed me, that and her sense of entitlement; join those with her voice, and her laughter, and her sensuality, and her deep sadnesses and it's created an amalgam of love and hate and lust and friendship and sorrowful hurt.
I miss her.
One of the most important women in my life, and I had no idea – I just thought to kiss her, unbutton her clothes, and kiss her some more, and say stuff ...