You wouldn't know it, but I think about you all the time. When I find myself confused about "compatibility" and comparing the ways I've been treated and touched, I often catch myself making the same kinds of excuses you made. Unfortunately, I always come to the same conclusions to which I came when we drove home after the bar and thought aloud about you, "Who is he kidding?" I think of laughing mouths and realize that for those that I might tell, I'm probably the same kind of diluted.

Have you ever felt yourself in motion?