“Bags without people don’t make sense”

Or hearts without love don’t make sense?

S was talking last night about not wanting a relationship. She sounds a bit unstable. I get why people get fed up, for an obvious multitude of reasons, but I’ve never felt that way.

Off on the ferry to Bremerton. Made it with a few minutes to spare, up to last call with J, S and roommates. J commented on how weird life is, with S showing up unexpectedly and all.

I joked that just when you have it figured out, at 11:58pm, and you think you’re going to be happy, it’s tomorrow and someone changes everything on you. Dad used to say the same thing about women, but my heart still hopes for one to love.