After not speaking with Alaska for almost four months, we ended up on the phone. I told him I almost interviewed for a job in DC. He told me he was possibly pulling out of an upcoming marathon. We both agreed the new Feist album was too brilliant to describe with words.
"I miss your breasts," he then said, his voice soft like a caress.
"You miss my breath?" I asked.
"No, your breasts."
"Oh, because I thought you said 'breath' and for the life of me I just couldn't understand how that was a trait anyone could miss."
"Breasts."
"Right, thanks. But, man, you'd have to be one fucked up person to miss someone's breath."
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From the little bumps in the road (like learning to sweat like a lady) to the gaping potholes (of a sick parent), life goes on...I think.
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5 comments:
At least one of you has moved on. Good for you.
Yeah, when you say it out loud, it sounds like something a serial killer would say.
Yeah, I've had similar moments. When at one time you would have given anything to hear something like that and then in moments like this when you do and doesn't even matter. Insignificant yet monumental. :)
may i offer the idea of missing hearing someone breathe (at night when they are sleeping?) when you are away from your husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, significant other, etc., and you wake up in the middle of the night, you miss hearing them breathe.) on the other hand, i see alaska's point.
Next time he should say boobie, less confusing.
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