10-25-02 - 8:27 a.m.
fragments of a phone call:
me: where are you?
him: parked under my oak tree.
me: how are you?
him: melancholy.
me: sad?
him: no, more like lovesick.
me: define lovesick.
him: i didn't want to leave you. couldn't you tell? i felt this way sunday, too.
me: is there a remedy for this?
him: i'm not sure i want one.