17:39: i don't speak of it or write about it as much as it occupies my thoughts. but it's there, constantly.
i often wonder why it had to happen at all. it was by chance that it started. the result of yet another brilliantly dumb move on my part. i had hoped it would stop there. but you surprised me. you really were much braver than i thought. braver, at least, than many that i know. and that made me a little braver, too. made me begin to go against my better judgment. i should have known better.
my friends and i speculate on what the first three griffin and sabine books might mean. i came up with about 3 theories. a morbid one, a plausible one, and a romantic one. who's to say what the author truly meant? i'd like to think that they're both real and separate entities and that they found each other through time and space and stayed together. i'd like to think that a case with circumstances as bizarre as theirs can still, somehow, work out. i, of course, am a disillusioned idiot.
see, lifey? even in fiction, it doesn't happen.
brewed by lifecafe
