I think it is often the ones you love too much who shape the negative connotation of too much. The ones where its never enough. Very few will let you love them too much and also let it never be enough. In the best brightest way. When craving is a never ending ending and neither of you would have it any other way. I hope the west seattle bridge still makes your stomach and heart swap spots and makes it hard to swallow your own spit and makes you want to remember me with such vehemence you almost close your eyes hundreds of feet above deep water.
Thats the thing. You take liberties with people after the one who showed you how. Because I want to. I will listen to the same record every day, not knowing who to miss, pushing the needle back over and over again so that as the upstairs neighbor takes her trash to the curb, sees that mine is still resolutely by the side of the house for the second week in a row and I am listening to that damn song again, she will wonder about you even though she doesn’t even know you exist.