sitting on my roof watching the planes wheel around like lightning bugs.
on my way home i came so close to stepping off the train and asking him abjectly if i could come over. fuck valentine's. the more i think about it the more i'll wish i had. it's better to come sit in new york's perpetual twilight enjoying the twinkly lights. he doesn't need me fucking with his closure and i don't need indulgence. there are always more projects at work tomorrow, groceries to buy and bread to experiment with. i'm going to do my forty situps and go to sleep and maybe dream about the ferris wheel again.