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Time with Chantal

Location: 19:45 yest, picking up my car at Bill’s Auto
Mood: flattered
Music: why did you leave me here alone? Wait…

Her: Actually, I like reading you.
Me: Really? Anything in particular?
Her: This and that. Actually you’ve introduced me to a bunch of musicians I’ve never heard before.
Me: (pause) Well, that’s just about the nicest thing someone’s said to me in a long time.

I spent the day working and daydreaming of a girl who exists, but probably doesn’t remember that I do. It’s ok, because the version of her that I daydream about only exists in my head.

I’m sure that doesn’t make much sense to you, but it does to me.