lorazepam hangover

We're sitting here in the sun, Jason, Paige and Victoria are stretched out in various rocking chairs. After shotgunning a few beers in the name of nostalgia we've settled into smoking and offering clever jabs in response to whoever attempts a conversation. Victoria just put on Smokey Robinson, everyone gardening in their yards are singing to the record under their breath. You'd think, listening to us talk, that we hated each other. The comfort that comes along with knowing someone for years, speaking openly of what you call their flaws, and making light of it. If feel so often lately as if I don't really care for anyone. Lauren Barclay is off in the world, I never see Kelly or Virginia, or even my mother. But in that one second when paige stepped off the curb outside of the airport, and into my car, my heart just came alive. It sounds silly, typing it here but i know, without any doubt, that there are people that are supposed to be with me. We discovered each other, called our relationships however fleeting, and then realized months later that the kind of connections we'd had were irreplaceable. Wherever you are, I miss you, I need you. You''re absolutely different than anyone i've ever met before and I look forward to when you come to your senses and return to me.