thoughts of you were sparked by...a bloke passing me by at dm, smelling like you....doing the dishes, in my kitchen, which is almost as small as yours...putting your pt/my latest pulling t-shirt into the laundry bag - i will wear it tomorrow, once it is washed....buying the ingredients for chicken broccoli linguine, to be cooked this weekend, just for me....your name tag/my bookmark, falling out of "middlesex'...two last correspondance tickets from peel and vendome falling out of my purse... noticing i am mistyping my y's and commas and brackets, because i've gotten used to your strange keyboard.