Sorrows of a Young Man

The sorrows of a young man in the city, being a palimpsest of Goethe's Werther.

Friday, August 15, 2003

Stay away just for a day

I was trying not to see her that often. Easier said than done, I'm telling you. Every new day I'm like, tomorrow, I'll resist her... stay away just for a day. As soon as the morning's there, I find new reasons why I just got to meer her. Maybe the evening before, she was saying "I'm going to see you, right?". Who could resist? Or she's sending mail, and I feel I want to answer her face to face. Or it's a mild breeze outside and I'm driving around, windows open, then when I'm in her area, I just drive by her house. I'm getting closer to her, and boom – there already. Like this black hole thing... everything coming close sucked right into it.

[Stay away just for a day]

More mails

Yes, dear Jenn, send along more mails! Can't get enough. Just no attachments, please. Crashed my system today.

[More mails]


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