Rememories.

So I was sitting here,
writing about
Upton Sinclair's novel
and I suddenly thought to myself:

Wow, I miss Tom.
And I try not to let it get to me
because I mean.
I do have the best boyfriend ever.
Right?

Right.

So why can't I stop remembering
all of the good
nay, great times
I had with Tom.

No.
No.
Nonono.
I will not think of him
or the way he used to kiss me or
the way he used to hold my hand or
-- NO.
Stop.
Walk away.
Write about The Jungle.
Ready. Set. Go.