ext_6810 ([identity profile] velvetglove.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] oiran 2004-04-28 04:07 pm (UTC)

I love you, too.

And since you didn't give me a memory, I'll give you one:

When I was so drunk I couldn't walk, you convinced me to take off my high heels and lean on your arm, and you practically carried me away from the bar. The sidewalk was cold, and I stepped on broken glass and sat down on the curb to look at the sole of my foot. You were talking to me for a long time before I realized that the noises were words. You said, "...too much vodka and not enough bacon. You need balance in your life." I pulled myself upright on a parking meter and made these pawing motions in the air that you understood meant I wanted you to help me keep moving. We walked along the sidewalk and I left these bloody half-footprints behind for a couple of blocks. I was going to remember to go back and take a picture of them in the morning, but then I forgot.

that could have happened, don't you think?

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