Tattoos, I liked you. Gotta let you go. Can't help but imagine you with Kendra or Sakari tonight, even though I know I know I know it's impossible. Faith tells me, impossible. Paranoia and reasonable doubt in humanity and the world tells me, eh, maybe. My brain takes eh maybe and just gives me sad images that bother me.
Great phone conversation with KBos. I wish it actually meant anything. I wish he'd take any of the good things we have together and not make them into sad things. I wish he'd appreciate me and my help, and have it actually touch him. Instead of holding it at an arms length.
As they all do.
We're a ridiculous species.
What if love is just the strict arithmetic of convenience?