funeral

I think I cried the day after we first hung out. I'm not trying to be dramatic, but that day I was overwhelmed by a really dark feeling that also probably had to do with being hungover. But I thought to myself. "Well, if you're going to really care about this person, you have to be prepared for the fact that he might not make it." Autumn de Wilde on Elliott Smith (genius book by the way). Sums up exactly how I feel right now. Loving someone so much, but apprehending for the fateful day. Probably the same feeling Guy Mariano's girlfriend felt for years. "and every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral".