i miss k.c. like a beloved reader. like a beloved book. we used to meet each other here. she could see me and mister from her place, and i could send her messages, and feel her reading.
the most wonderful books don't end. you miss reading them still.

i wanted someone else to read this, but i already suggested a post before and there was no reply. i don't know why i suggest. it's like a nudge. people don't want to be nudge. don't want to be a nudge. we see each other sporadically. let it be enough.