sometimes you reach a point where you stop telling the stories because they don't make sense outside of the moment, jokes about bowls of pad thai and AWEsome and think sexy and tom selleck naked, because you look up and you realize that you're happier to be in the moment than you would be telling the stories about the moment that just passed.
in other news, some boys i love have recently, unprompted, taken to calling me a nickname i haven't heard from anyone since before The Ex and i split up. it's a nickname i associate strongly with a particular set of guys i went to college with, and it's sort of startling but mostly just comforting to hear it from the mouths of other people, unconnected people, new people who love me how i am now.
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