A JAG post

I didn't know how to link this directly because it wasn't a clickable link, so I cut-and-pasted it in its entirety anyway, because it was beautiful.

A post I read on JaG's wonderful blog, which snuck up on me then stole into the secret spaces in my heart.

"Is it a crime
that I still want you
and I want you to want me too

I heard Sade sing this on my train ride today and there I was again. I've said it before, just because I don't talk about it (at least on the blog) doesn't mean it disappeared.

I was in her city today, walking the crowded streets that she might have walked down yesterday. Or the day before. Or maybe she will tomorrow. What do I say to her when I see her? I've been thinking about you lately is lame but true. I have. A lot. The time we spent together was unlike anything I've ever experienced.

I don't regret anything. Nothing except for the words I did not speak. Syllables that couldn't pass my lips because other sounds seemed more important at the time. I hope those sounds my mouth was making brought across the words it couldn't form.

And even though there's a full stop at the end of our affair, I still turn it into a comma in my head sometimes."

Yes.