To say that I thought about you "quite a bit this week" doesn't capture the depth of what I mean. Months later, and I'm still realizing how much the people in my life DON'T GET IT. Sometimes I feel this look in one's eyes, or tone in someone's voice of, "Just get over it already..." It infuriates me; reverts the minute accumulation of... wisdom to strident charges of primal barbarism. I hear myself yelling from my skull, "This wasn't just a simple friend. This was my brother, my confidant, my sharer-of-shenanigans, my surprise saint & serendipitous sinner....my so much that words are inadequate. So "quite a bit" is an attempt to say that you never leave my thoughts. You permeate my life so completely that every conversation I have, place I visit or story I have to tell references you and F-all those looks and tones I get. I'll get over this in my own space & time!
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
