“if only you could see”

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Sometimes I like to drive around by myself. And when I do this, I imagine your kind figure sitting in the seat next to mine. Your fingers are tapping on the dash, and your eyes are never on mine because I have to keep mine on the road. You're watching the scenery flash by in blurs of animals and trees and sky. You'll tell me some story, or some piece of information that's new and exciting to me. And my ears are filled with the lull of your voice. I like to roll down the window because the rushing wind is more satisfying than the AC. And I'll inhale at some particular moment and the air is filled with your familiar scent. It makes me sigh softly while my mind explodes with memories of you. Whether it was walking in the field, the grass tickling the bottoms of our feet, and my fingers reached blindly for yours. Or maybe when your tired mind longed for a place to rest in my lap, and without a second thought my fingers began their course through your hair. I'm brought back to reality by the red light at the intersection closest to my house. I roll up my window, and turn on the radio to drown out my pleading thoughts. I turn the key in my ignition and sit in the lifeless car just a minute longer, to indulge on lasting thoughts of you.
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This week of spring break has felt like a week out of a never ending summer. (Most of) my responsibilities were abandoned, save for finishing The Poisonwood Bible, which, if anyone has any free time, I recommend reading the book. Working on a scrapbook that's screaming to be finished. One good thing besides getting some time to hang out with friends is going to a concert in Biloxi (: One bad thing is not having a camera to take pictures and remember it by. Hm. Well one thing's for sure: I need to finish a problem set.

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