It's sad how often people occur to me. Oh, you might not get a phone call or an email or anything, but you're always there, swirling about in my mind...constantly.
And, I guess, my sadness grows because of how few times I believe that I am thought of, in wistful wondering or retrospect. Strange how seldom I occur to those I've meant "so much" to. So, I'm trying an experiment. For the next month, I will disappear. I will float seamlessly into the ether...
And see where that leads. See how many reach out to me. If you don't hear from me, it's because of this. But, within a month, I'm guessing that things will change. Maybe there is an exception made for dating, but I rather think not. I want to see what happens in a world without my very own George Bailey.
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