Wednesday, February 17, 2010

mint chip milkshake

I am consumed this morning with missing Satanist Dan. In my memory of him he is my comfort food, my favorite movie, my place to go. I miss, not just him, but mornings waking up next to him with nowhere to be anytime soon. My memories of him are memories of feeling confident, happy, stress-free. And, at the time, I was confident, happy, and stress-free, with or without Satanist Dan. But it's hard to miss a state of being, and it's so easy to miss him.

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