We left early to Masinagudi. I’ve been clocking all my experiences as “What would Loco do”, and thought to myself “Of course he’d love to go to the jungle”. But I felt so blegh, and kept trying to redirect my brain to think “happy thoughts”. Though I’m not sure you cared just for happy thoughts – You took time for yourself when you needed to, right?
I guess I’ve been telling myself – I’m in your debt now, and I have to live my life in service of the gift that your companionship gave me. And I want to. I, also, felt like I needed some quiet reflection.
So, quietly, on the ride there I listened to every love song I’ve ever yearned to put a face to. And I thought about you.
Some people want it all
But I don’t want nothin’ at all
If it ain’t you, baby
If I ain’t got you, baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain’t got you, yeah
Love you, Babloo. (I’m forgetting all the names I’ve had for you. They came so naturally – the kind conjured by the gorgeous sight of you. Memory is a fickle mistress.)
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