edit: i am WAY too nostalgic for my own good. i used to like this quality of me, on top of everything i knew it could be a burden but i always felt that to remember things too much is better than remembering nothing at all or remembering things as nothing... now i realize that it's a bad quality.
people do things with people and then they have their separate lives and it's all so different when you're alone.. i had the most romantic feelings today in bed eating pineapple alone watching old SNL skits. i romanticized* about the thought of watching the person you love eating fresh pineapple with a fork out of a wegmans container. there's something intimate about eating, and there's something even more intimate about eating with others... i love how little rebeka in 100 years of solitude eats earth and how she grows out of it but always reverts back to it when she's in a time of stress or sadness. earth and wall plaster.
i want to drink hot tea with my eyes closed and my elbows up and remember how it feels to feel really really good
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