marshmlofluff

I understood it to mean that the wind was worried about loss, and wanted to know if anything really lasted forever. The rain basically replied "I live in the moment, so I don't really think about, or fear, the future." It's a nice poem, from a series of love poems by e.e. cummings.

I'd get you a copy of "The 40 Year Old Virgin," except that as of today--unless you went to a prostitute after dumping me, which is quite possible--you likely are one. Maybe some day you won't be so terrified of intimacy and commitment, and will start acting like a normal person. Good thing I won't be around to see it, though.

They say the opposite of love isn't hate; it's indifference. I met someone else. I'd feel sorry for you, except I don't think about you much any more.

At two weeks I longed for you to call, so I could have you back. At eight weeks, you called. I didn't answer. It was ten weeks yesterday. Now I wish you would call so I could tell you that I don't ever want you in my life again.

My date will be here at 8. I felt...just a little bit of happiness when I thought of him coming. I once felt that way every time you came. I guess I'm squashed but not flattened...I'm still able to feel something. That makes me happy. I wish I weren't so tired. I feel like I've had the flu for two months. What would you think if you knew I'd started dating again? I bet you wouldn't be surprised. You knew what you threw away; you yourself told me I wouldn't stay single long. (Why did you leave?) I wished you well and said I hope you met the right person; you wished me the same. And those were the last words we spoke to each other. May both our wishes come true.

You told me you felt like I didn't trust you. In all the time we dated, I never even asked for your home phone number...you told me your dad picked up the phone at home and didn't take messages, and I believed you and never questioned. When you told me you never pick up because you leave your cell in the car, I never questioned that. I never met your friends or family; I never even saw your home town. You could be married, for all I know; I took it all on faith that you were what you said. If that wasn't trust, what was? I have a date tomorrow. I like him better than you.

"Blood Dazzler"--poems about Hurricane Katrina. Amazing book.

I left for a month. Just four weeks. How could you go so quickly from wanting to marry me when I left to calling me when I came home and saying there wasn't "a spark" any more? Why did you make up your mind that we were incompatible based on some phone conversation where I could hardly hear you? Why didn't you even want to see me one last time before making up your mind? I loved you. I love you still. I hate the pain and sometimes I hate you for causing it--but even through the anger and the pain I love you still. If I saw you I would fall into your arms. We got along. If something was bothering you, why didn't you just tell me? Why didn't you give us a chance?