earlier today (well, yesterday), i found myself thinking about my friend Ria’s brother Dan. Dan came down from St. Louey to live with Ria in Jacksonville. he didn’t stay too long, though, and i always regretted that we never really did hang out and skate like we always said we were going to do.
he was pretty hot, too.
when Ria and i were together, long after he’d moved back home, she told me that he was bi, and that he kinda had his eye on me. imagine my surprise! and my disappointment…
so, shortly after we split up, i made a passing reference to him in a sappy breakup poem. the version of the poem that i slipped under the door of her apartment right after she dumped me didn’t have that line in it. i figured it wouldn’t’ve helped my case to be hitting on her brother in a poem, while i was trying to woo her back with horrible poems about loss.
he’s married now, of course.
it’s really too bad that we don’t always take the chances that we are given.
in my defense, i didn’t even know at the time that he was bisexual, that he liked me, or anything.
none of this matters now, a-course, but given the chance to build a different road leading me up to the place i’m at today, i woulda built it closer to him for sure. i’ve always secretly liked detours. as long as i could still have that end of the road that led me to Lisa, at the time that it did. in the end, though, i only want to be with the one i’m with now.
screw the past! history is dead! i have no regrets that i can’t live with. i couldn’t be this happy with someone other than Lisa; she is exactly who i want to be with. period! (just so we’re perfectly clear on things.)
this post has been brought to you by the need to paint beautiful, untouchable sunsets, before they vanish forever into fading memory.
goodbye, sun. hello, moon!
