Self Indulgent
I'm not going to write any more about Corinne after this post. However, I wrote the following text to my friend, and I thought the text appropriate for the rest of the world to read. It's not everything I'd like to say. Though, maybe you will get an idea of why I'm distraught today, why I'll be melancholy tomorrow, and why my smile will be a bit forced for some time.
"I'm okay. But I don't know if a day will pass here where I won't think of her. She sat in my office too many times, she got candy from the candy bowl too many times, I hung out by her desk too many times, got gumballs from her gumball machine too many times, squeezed the squishy kidney on her desk too many times, teased her too many times, walked to the metro with her too many times, talked about life, the universe and everything with her too many times, saw her laugh too many times or smile or say something kind or catty or sad. She surprised me constantly. She always exceeded my expectations. She looked to me for help, guidance and counsel. When I needed to see a kind face or needed sympathy, I looked to her.
She was a rock. She was happy. She was smart. She was kind. She was my friend."
Posted by Mr. Eff on 03/08/2004 || link
