Incoherent Muttering

Its kind of strange. This subtle muttering that maybe things aren't quite as they should be. And here I am, running later than usual, thinking that maybe I shouldn't have pushed the envelope.

But what's done is done, and things have come full circle, and I'm back to where I thought I wouldn't be. In a time without letterman jackets and class rings to exchange, what is in a title? Why do some words feel different?

"I like you" is so close to "I love you" that it feels strange falling from my lips.