it’s always disconcerting when someone says “oh hey, I read that thing that you wrote”
because I panic and I wonder what on earth he could say next
that he hated it?
that he thought it was wrong?
that he found a typo?
“are your writings autobiographical or fiction? or a little bit of both?”
an actual question. I know not what to say.
A tells me not to worry so much. “people will have their own thoughts.”
“just let it go once you’ve put it up. let go. relax. breathe.”
I go to watch someone perform. I run into B and he tells me “I wish you could’ve stayed longer.”
“maybe we could’ve talked.”
we go to get pizza, B and I, and we sit on the chairs of a closed café. we eat and talk, and take a cab home because we live near each other. in the cab he tells me, “I wish you could’ve stayed longer.”
“being with you makes me forget about myself.”