Odd

May day has come and passed and I've started thinking in romantic trysts. Like Brittani said last year, this is the time when I fall in love five times on the street. The hike to class leaves me lovestruck; boys with bright blue eyes and thick (almost brazen) dark hair are just too much for me.

I think about the tiniest slivers of past relationships. Its not that I miss them. I keep reminding myself I'm too busy anyway. There are just a few tiny things I wish I could splice into my life: the way a boy can spray the smallest mist of cologne on the nape of his neck and then turn to smile, the hint of a yawn over the phone or even the tiny shred of remorse behind a vindictive screaming match.

These are cathartic. They numb me totally, subtle and sexy and oh so frank.