Monday, August 9, 2010

i hate my birthdays.

last year right before my 25th birthday a cop pulled me over on a bad day. i started crying to him about another boy playing with my heart and he proceeded to tell me a sweet story about how he had his heart tossed around quite a bit and then met his wife when he was 25 and is happily married now. i sobbed, "but i'm turning 25 next week!" and he reassured me, "well then, maybe this is the year you'll find him!"

i'm 26 now. where is he?

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