Ran out of the office mid-day to get some air/run errands..Evanston brings the best in me in the worst way -- I loose track of time, sense of purpose, of present..I literally get lost. Maybe cause I only find myself in Evanston when I'm in love or in trouble, and I can't stand myself any other way..I went into Gap (granted, I'm the only person to have Gap-related sentiments) and suddenly acutely missed Him. For the first time since we split. It wasn't a regret of any kind, we're both happier where we are, it wasn't at all about happiness. This rugged softness and cleanliness and subtle scents of summer, linen, worn denim were all His. So I stood there for a while, alone, embracing this untimely, belated, begone memory. I didn't know why, why now, where this is taking me but I stopped on my tracks to think of him and breathe that familiar air of us together, in love, in this very Gap, ages ago. I even took a mens jean jacket and tried it on over nothing but a necklace remembering how I loved to wear his clothes. Then I hung it back up and marched right out, past the Bookman's alley, past the coffee shop..back to work.
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