this used to be up on the now
defunct bittersweets.org:
the monday after valentine's day, he gave me a bouquet. not of flowers, but of little plastic roses.
i remember thinking, "flowers eventually die. these will last forever."
only two months later, i'm alone. i see the bouquet, still on my bureau.
everything dies. at least flowers are real.
this has stuck with me for a while. occasionally surfacing from dark corners of my memory when my thoughts drift back to her
but we'll save that for when i get around to adding my own overly personal node
great, now i've gone and
depressed myself again. time to go
node some
69 love songs
sigh.