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Listening to my music on random, and the Revolting Cocks cover of "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy" came on....and a wave of nostalgia (and missing Jake) swept over me.
Oh the nights spent breathing the fog at Masquerade, moving through the shadows and dancing my ass off with my club-posse - only to pack it back on at Waffle House at 5am. Jake was a fixture in our lives then...never danced with us - not once that I saw - but was always there looking out for us, or talking us into some trouble, or both.
Miss. You. So. Much.
Oh the nights spent breathing the fog at Masquerade, moving through the shadows and dancing my ass off with my club-posse - only to pack it back on at Waffle House at 5am. Jake was a fixture in our lives then...never danced with us - not once that I saw - but was always there looking out for us, or talking us into some trouble, or both.
Miss. You. So. Much.
Express Check-out
Jun. 3rd, 2006 06:32 pmAs I punched in my PIN code on the cardswipe machine at the grocery store, I caught a familiar sight in my peripheral visison - a big braided strawberry-blond ponytail - and absentmindedly followed it up to the broad shoulders I knew it should rest on, and even further up to the fawny hair and goatee that I was accustomed to seeing with it, and there was Jake in the next lane over.
Except of course, it wasn't Jake, and it won't ever be Jake. I had to stop myself from staring as that punch in the gut feeling took hold. I had a fleeting fantasy of me telling him "I'm sorry for staring, you look like someone I used to know" but the cashier was babbling something to me, and my eyes misted up and I thought "I can't look him in the eyes, what if he has those ice blue eyes, too?"
I wheeled my cart out and made a bee-line for the truck...but I stood and watched him walk to his car in the next row, nonetheless.
Except of course, it wasn't Jake, and it won't ever be Jake. I had to stop myself from staring as that punch in the gut feeling took hold. I had a fleeting fantasy of me telling him "I'm sorry for staring, you look like someone I used to know" but the cashier was babbling something to me, and my eyes misted up and I thought "I can't look him in the eyes, what if he has those ice blue eyes, too?"
I wheeled my cart out and made a bee-line for the truck...but I stood and watched him walk to his car in the next row, nonetheless.
You ever dream something but don't remember that you did until later?
I was just making breakfast and goin about my business when a wave of sadness washed over me. I was putting away dishes and thinking about Rob's impending move so I thought that was it, and it certainly is part of it, but then I remembered I'd dreamed about Jake.
*sigh* Next week.
He is always so beautiful in my dreams (like he was in life), and happy (like he rarely was). He made a lot of choices and lived his life in ways I never quite understood and I guess I never will. I miss the hell out of him.
I was just making breakfast and goin about my business when a wave of sadness washed over me. I was putting away dishes and thinking about Rob's impending move so I thought that was it, and it certainly is part of it, but then I remembered I'd dreamed about Jake.
*sigh* Next week.
He is always so beautiful in my dreams (like he was in life), and happy (like he rarely was). He made a lot of choices and lived his life in ways I never quite understood and I guess I never will. I miss the hell out of him.
