And then I scanned my hair, and tried a pair of boxers, and now I'm just frustrated with the whole thing. I miss calling him on the phone. I miss getting his e-mail. I miss him. And in some ways, I'm sure it was better than now.
Ignorance is bliss.
I'll think that to my dying day. If I'd never have known David, I wouldn't be missing him now. I've tried not to think too much about David, actually. I miss the little things. I would put it here, but somehow that cheapens it.