02.06.2003 3:40 am
better than ice cream

Yaay for feeling satisfied, darling.

I'm skipping ALL my classes tomorrow except Stagecraft. You know why? I wanna see you. You make me smile.

And B makes me happy. He has strong arms. I don't have to remind myself how I feel about strong arms; I have the memory of feeling held up, supported. I think of all the people in my life who've had strong arms: Patch, Matt, James, Mike, Ben. Male relatives on my father's side. Did I mention James? I could be lying on my back, my head on his thigh, and he'd reach his arms up under mine and pull me right up against his chest. He held me that night I wanted so much to kill myself. Wouldn't let go.

Tonight, in B's room, I wanted to crawl into bed, to feel those strong arms again, enfolding me, binding me to another human being.

[sarah mclachlan - better than ice cream]

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