3:55 p.m. - 2010-11-27
with the necklace you gave me that Laurel actually picked out, the photo of you that i framed, the moleskin composition book that you gave me for my birthday, the "happy" heart you had made for me, the apron i made with you and your sister's crew at Muddy's, the pins you made ("Holy Calamity, Scream! Insanity" and "Quiche Eater"), the gray sweater that shrunk so you gave it to me, the gray jacket you gave me, the Muddy's shirt i bought to support your bake shop, the bumper sticker "Break the Chain, Eat Local" that i will have to peel off my car window, a doodle you did of me, and the photograph you took that i really liked that you happened to already have framed and that you gave me.
and if i could give back your words, your love, your sex, and anything else you thought was sweet,
i fucking would. maybe i'll wait till Friday, which is my birthday, which is a year from when you first told me you loved me and that you actually wanted to say it "two weeks" after we started dating. i'll wrap everything up in a box and set it on your doorstep. getting rid of that shit would be a nice gift for myself.
(and i'm keeping the iTunes giftcard because it was from your mother.)