Friday, February 15, 2008
I loved the way you wore overalls with scarves and it didn't look weird because you wore it. When you were happy, you did this dance, something between a shuffle and a soft-shoe. You laughed at me because I pronounced the name of a Spanish movie wrong, even though I don't speak Spanish. Your eyes were the bluest I've ever seen.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
It always miffed me that even though you tried to act like you were 18 and cool, you tried to identify with me as though I was 50 - even though I was 18. Your house was filled with all these amazing knick-knacks and you made sweet tea with 11 different tea bags. You called it Magic Tea and I think you wished it was, because maybe then you could justify acting like a teenager. Your need for youth made me sad for you. I hope you found what you were looking for.