he said home is where the heart is.
i admire him.
i adore him.
now i lay in this dark room surrounded by the past and memories flooding the air... tears fall from the sky in california, two days in a row. i suppose they are a sign of my own falling. i am unsure how to pick myself off this slope... slippery i have slid to the bottom. i envision booking flights, finding storage and going east to rest. i have then given up hope in love. given up hope in success... given up a chance to survive the west coast. making these arrangements hurts more than i could imagine. but the best has already come... he was in human form, then he turned a corner and i may never see him again.
