F1 weekend. In an effort to breathe life back into my life, I've started saying "Yes" to every invite I'm given. Daniel had an extra ticket to F1 (nice main grandstand spot this time) so I said "Yes" and bought it from him. Part of the ticket is a pre-race walk on the track and seeing the teams setting up in the garages, etc. That was today. We figured we'd see some FCA people there. Sure enough. Ron... not sure if you remember him, but if you saw him you would. He had the "ROMAN" plate and always blasted Italian opera out of his car at the Hangar. He walked up... "Hey [J]! Where's your wife?" I sort of stopped dead a bit, not sure how to answer. "Oh, is she not with you... too cold today" "uhhh... no, she's not... " "Not with you?" "Yeah... not... not *with* me" He could tell by my reaction there was more to it. "Wait... do you mean not 'with you' with you?...
I'm in love with this song... been listening to it for days on repeat... Only I can't for the life of me figure out the second line... I'm pretty sure the first one is "I just don't love you" (don't love you... don't love you... don't love you... don't love you) But I cannot for the life of me figure out the second one... "There's no more way to... ???" "There's only one way to.. ???" "There's no other way to... ???" Or I could have it all completely wrong and am just hearing what I want to... But my first thought: "[Most Beautiful] would be able to tell what they are saying, she always could... and she remembers every lyric ever". Dammit, [Most Beautiful]. God damn if little things like this that I adored about you make me miss the living hell out of everything about you. I hate it. So angry... So sad... So in love... So trying not to be any of that. EDIT: An...
We would have been married 2 years ago today. I would have cried trying to get my vows out. We would have met our friends and my family for dinner near the beach and I would have said the words "My wife" for the first time in my life. ... I doubt I come to mind for you very much at all anymore, but I still think of you at some point every single day. And that isn't hyperbole or exaggeration. Every. Single. Day. Of course, what I think is "You lying, cheating, fucking ungrateful cunt whore." but still, at some point, every day, you come to mind. It doesn't matter who I'm with, where I'm at, who I'm fucking or laughing with or playing video games with or swimming with or have riding next to me in the red car... whether I'm here or in California or New York... if I'm with friends driving a Ferrari on the private test track in Italy... One way or another, you come to mind every day. And it's never pleasant. There is no happin...
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