To all the girls I've loved before....
A Google search this afternoon to kill time at work dredged up some old questions that shouldn't matter. Questions that revolve around significance and the like. I know I shouldn't think this way but I can't help it sometimes. I will never have the answers I want. I know that, but I still ask the questions (to myself, at least).
Moving, as usual, has jostled me enough to make me feel suspended and displaced.
I miss Maury.
