22nd April is j’s birthday please remember
You taste of cigarettes. Of anger, of sadness, of forgiveness, of kindness, compassion, and the very best of all, you taste of me or what I imagined myself would taste like to you.
Let’s make a conversation about everything under the sun. It has been long since we did any of that. Sometimes, when I do pondered about this, I find myself thinking about how we get to us. Us, seems very foreign to me now as compared to a few days ago. Maybe it is a new Us, an Us with a fresh start or an Us with past and stories to bring forth to the next level. But it all seems different, bad different. We don’t laugh much together now, you don’t make me feel good holding up a conversation or two with you, I don’t make you feel welcome enough to my warm beating heart. Am I supposed to change that? Or time would tell Us everything?
Is there a book or lecture or forums or thoughtcatalogs to help me tide this over with?