i suppose. the biggest thing now. is that i just missed being missed.
a lot of my friends are married and i just miss having someone to talk to at night, who doesnt have someone else they can talk to.
does that make sense?
edit: it also makes me a selfish jerk. but whatever. i do what i want.
I’m so unmarried. I can’t even tell you how unmarried I am.
Or maybe, he thought now, he just didn’t recognize all those other girls. The way a computer drive will spit out a disk if it doesn’t recognize the formatting.
When he touched Eleanor’s hand, he recognized her. He knew.