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Taylor Clark: I put pepper on my ketchup.

***This chick has either been in my refrigerator, or she’s been stalking me eating French fries. Or she’s perfection. 

Josh J<3: No way! My mom is a huge pepper fan.  She used to take the lid off of the ketchup bottle at home and add in at least three tablespoons.  I didn’t realize ketchup didn’t have a grey tint for years. 

            ***No freaking way.  Soulmates? His mom and I are bffs?

Taylor Clark: Seriously?! That’s awesome J It sounds like your mom and I would get along.

            ***I already told her about the ketchup.

Josh J<3: I think you would…

            ***Conversation ender…never a good sign.

Taylor Clark: What did you do today?

            ***Woke up at 12, went to the store to get stuff for nachos…

Josh J<3: Not much…I slept in then ran some errands.  You?

            ***I went to the beach and annoyingly talked to my friends about you.

Taylor Clark: Nothing too exciting! Just went to the beach with some of my friends…soaked up some VD!

            ***Did she just tell me she ‘soaked up’ a venereal disease?

Josh J<3:  VD, huh?

            ***Maybe he doesn’t know about vitamin D?

Taylor Clark: Haha yeah…it’s one of my favorite things!.

            ***Well, she’s insane.

Josh J<3: Haha cool. Hey, I know we we’re supposed to hang out tomorrow night, but my mom just told me she needs help at the animal shelter.  She volunteers there and someone just backed out of helping her, so I told her I’d cover. 

            ***He loves animals, too? Ahhhhh JJJJJ

Taylor Crazy Ass: Of course! I’m glad you offered! Let me know when you can hang out again J

June and January.

The buzzing of the fluorescent lights above provided sufficient background music, one long note.

“Did you?”

“Yes. Very much. I hated him, too.”

I avoided this as often as possible. It made me homesick. But the kind of burning homesick that leaves you wanting to go home to a bed that isn’t yours. Hell, maybe it never was.

“But, damn, he was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

This led to a series of images I stayed away from most days. I remember the first time I heard him talk. I wanted to write down every word he said, and I imagine I’d still feel that way.

“It’s like in the movies sometimes. When you walk out and you don’t feel anything at all. Like maybe they forgot the ending.”

“He wanted to be a cowboy, honey. A girl like me never stood a chance.”

1/20/11

Worldviews.

“You talk about the world like you’re looking through a kaleidoscope.  You see something you hate, truly despise, and with one twist of your wrist or a couple beats of your heart you’ve suddenly turned it into something explainable and beautiful and worthy of being understood.”

“And how do you see the world?”

“Stained.”

“And yourself?”

“Stained.”

“Ah.”

“I’ve seen horrible things.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve been horrible things.”

“As have I.”

“Says the girl who can’t keep from smiling at a stranger.”

“Also true.”

“So, answer me.”

“It’s quite simple, really. Though I see the world, and I do see it, I don’t belong to it. I don’t own it, nor am I trying to. Ignorance or, in my case, innocence. Far from intelligence. Maybe so, but I like to think every rebel has their reasons.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“Yet, you’ll still kiss me goodnight.”