We got rid of his car before we moved here so now we share one. We live so close to campus and his job that it’s walking distance so we really only need one. When we move back to Florida we will probably get a second car, depending in where we live. We don’t need anything except for little things now. Blankets, a bathtub, burp cloths, more clothes, we already have the big stuff. I need to finish hanging stuff on the walls in her room too.
You live in the back of my throat. Folded up there. A memento.
Your scent. Your memory. Muted and momentary. Heavy. The smell of sleep. Reminiscent. Bittersweet.
Once I laid my head on you. Inhaled to match your rhythm. As if somehow that’d bind us close together indelibly.
You live in my cavities. Empty spaces of my body. Your voice. Your memory. Planted deep. A pit inside me.
No we weren’t dating long at all, but I couldn’t go a second without thinking about him or wanting to be around him. We were pretty much inseparable since our first date. I remember I went to SXSW a couple months after we started dating and it was only for a few days and I barely enjoyed myself because I missed him so much. In other relationships I could go months without seeing them and still be fine. I think he did some crazy magic or something because my entire perspective changed after one date.
Honestly the band he was in was different than a lot of other bands out there. And his band mates were all very respectful and genuinely good guys. They all had girlfriends or were married and they weren’t in to the whole groupies thing anyway. They basically laughed at girls that tried to hang out after shows and come on the tour bus. I guess knowing that gave me peace of mind.
My house isn’t anything crazy, mainly because we are renting and we are only here for 1 more year so we don’t want to put too much effort in. Seriously Ikea, target, vintage thrift stores, urban outfitters. You can fix up old furniture by painting it. Just look at all the DIY Pinterest projects out there.