I Don't Know, You Tell Me

Yes, tell me. Tell me wtf I'm doing here, tell me where all this came from. Tell me if any of this is real or if I'm just delusional. I don't think I'm delusional. It sure seems real. But it also seems... unreal.

Saturday morning saw me driving back from Philly so I could go to work (my one shift) and guess where I spent Sunday?

Yes. Also in Philly.

This is craziness, what I'm doing here.

The night of that concert with Hanna was quite possibly one of the very best nights of my life. I think that must be the best sex I've ever had. Ever.

So, what does this make me? I have these crazy one-night things that turn into... continuing things? Apparently? This is just what I do?

I think it is what I do. I mean, I'm doing it right now...

Well, I guess it shouldn't surprise me. I always said I was easy.

( My weekend, in its entirety, and other stray thoughts )

I'd hate to let the most beautiful thing in the world go because I don't believe it's real.

But is it?