Just got back from the psychgrads apartment crawl, and with no redness or rashes and not (too) much time feeling awkward or uncomfortable, perhaps crawling and its related kinds of activity might be something that I should consider more from time to time.
But amidst the crawling festivities, I found myself wandering away from you and then missing you. We lead such separate lives now, and I wonder how long love can traverse this distance that grows. I am distracted sometimes, I am still a schoolgirl whose heart flutters, I am still weak and my imagination constantly gets the better of me, but I hold on because I believe there is more to this. Tell me there is more to this.
