Tuesday, June 11, 2013

out looking at bistro tables

A month ago, I saw a display in a mall window of a patio table and chair. It turned out to be a Fermob. Beautiful, no? You just know when you see something that fits you, fits what you are. No compromising, no rationalizing - sometimes we just have to run with our hearts.
That is, unless finances come into play. A patio set from IKEA, at 1/5 the price of the Fermob. A downgrade? Perhaps. But we can't always get what we want, can we. 
Gelato and good coffee is always a nice consolation. Back to work after a week off. My last stretch. Looking to hang out with my friends a bit more now that this will be my last summer in Toronto for a long time. But I still miss her. You run on your feelings, your emotions, and hope that you're making the right call. But why is it so fucking hard? The sound of her voice, the smell of her hair, the way her mouth curls when she smiles. Someone tell me why despite my best intentions, I always end up face down hugging the blanket. Gelato and coffee. And alcohol ... lots and lots and lots of alcohol.


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