Unpacking

Today I unpacked. Stuff I haven't seen in almost two years. I had forgotten about much of it. A wine glass the chef gave me. The only thing I have from him. A book given to me by the douchebag prof that I only want to get rid of. As quickly as possible. A set of martini glasses that were a gift. A book my mother gave to me. Photographs. Just random stuff.

The boy called me today, acting like everything was normal. I guess in a sense it is. Nothing changed. It's somewhat reassuring and somewhat unsettling. Unsettling because he talks like we're together. Reassuring for the same reason. Accepting my rambling. Accepting my messy house. Accepting everything. I said before, it's not just sex. It's everything. The odd need we have to talk to each other. It sounds crazy and stupid. But that's what it feels like.

That's all.