Saturday, January 28, 2006
On loose tongues
A midnight's quarrel doesn't help matters, and i'm sorry i should've held my tongue better.
Forgive the backdating -
It escapes me what that fight then had been about. Logically speaking, it must have been pretty messy, seeing how our little tiffs never graced your log. I do remember, though, my surprise at the post, cos -I- hadn't thought it was worth that much of a deal. But what I'm getting at is this: I really, really can't recall the bad stuff anymore. IF you'd even call it the bad stuff. They've faded to the recesses of my mind. (This business of quoting myself is becoming a habit, I really ought to be more inventive. Symbolic of nothing, as usual. In case you're wondering, no, you haven't. Good and fine, good and fine?)
Those are good things to forget. If I ever blamed you for anything, please, believe that I remember only the most comforting of times, made bittersweet qualified by the knowledge that -
You know how I'll complete the sentence, or the paragraph, or this chapter. I've been childish, I know. But how else? You know I run from these things. You know too, we can't quarrel without me feeling awful about it. You know a lot. So I'm guessing you know I'm sorry.
One last edit: Incidentally, I'm at the lounge and they've just put on Mi Mancherai, featuring the flute. Haven't heard this version before and it's not bad at all. Well.. I maintain that Il Postino's saving grace was its soundtrack. But this is just Coincidence.
evelyn at 7:18 PM