I miss someone stupid tonight. That’s a lie. I am stupid for missing someone tonight. It ended bitter, as Chana says, like baking chocolate.
I’m not drunk. I’ve had half a glass of wine. But I feel that night-time emotional swampiness.
I’m re-reading email. I’m thinking about that spark I had when I felt like for a brief two months I was kissing my best friend. I don’t know why right now it’s sneaking back on me, but it is, quickly like rushing water.