I think you're pretty great as well.

I disagree though, that you're not enough.

You make it a point to name all the different types of birds you see. You also point out trees that look like monsters climbing out of the earth.

I like that. A lot.

I have a hard time being around people who aren't imaginative. I get bored I guess, if I don't catch your drift and you can't catch mine.

I feel out of place at the gym. Other than weights and treadmills nothing appeals to me - not the politics, not the small talk. I'm just there to exercise.

I once had a roommate that I shared a bathroom with. One morning I was sitting in the sink getting ready for work when I noticed a small, dead leaf on the bathroom floor.

For whatever reason I found it hilarious. So I went outside and gathered arm fulls of dead leaves and dumped them all over the bathroom counter. Surely if one leaf made me laugh then a pile of leaves would crack my roommate up.

But alas, this was not so.

I came home that night and saw he'd been in the bathroom because items were moved around a bit, but the leaves we never mentioned!

I cleaned them up silently feeling more sad than I could have anticipated based on how fun I'd had gathering leaves that morning.

Ha. I guess I do have a thing with dead leaves.

Will you just hold your breath while I try to count?

I'll forget if you never remember.

If I could say what I was thinking and feeling I'm sure it'd really just come out as numbers and shapes. The number 3. 3, 14, 7, 27, 13, 33. Triangles and shadow puppets. I don't know how to say all the things. That's my problem.I say too many words sometimes but what I really want to say I don't think there are even words for.

I think of siting on your dryer a lot. I imagine myself writing and waiting for our clothes to finish drying. The whole place would probably smell like french toast or that black tie candle. I'd have more books than clothes and you'd leave milk cartons on the floor by the fridge.

We grew up walking trails with my dad. He was a wildlife biology major in college. Strangely enough I've followed in his route very closely without meaning to. He and I were not close growing up. He was kind of a dick to be around. But, he took care of us and really is a good dad.

Anyway, that was one of my favorite classes, wild bird ecology. As I was saying before, walking trails in state parks. All birds are just birds, trees are trees. It's nice knowing what most of them are by seeing or hearing them.

Yea sometimes when my headphones die I wear them anyway so people will leave me alone. Especially in my weird swinger gym. So many huge egos that sprouted from being a douche in school, i.e. having an earring, not being able to break in to that group of friends, just being a tool then thinking being a meat head will fix your shit personality.

I do not think I would think twice about 1 leaf but I could definitely see them humor walking in to a counter full of them. I wonder if he thought, "I better not move these leaves, she must have put them here for a reason." Not that the whole ordeal was brought on upon you finding a single leaf that probably rode in on a coat or was a stowaway on a wet boot.

I think you get the point across though. Maybe through non-verbal cues, movements, eye rolls, when you slump your shoulders down and look sad. Or when you twist the ball of your foot around while rubbing your foot back and forth across the ground. Always in those grey Toms. At least that's how I think about it. But, I get it. I understand what's going on. We know each other pretty well.

I do no think I would like my clothes drying with your clothes. Keep them separated.
Yea the place would be clean all the time if you lived there.
And yes I'll always put the cartons outside the fridge.