Until the end of January

I thought you are a different street
You liked 1729. Beautiful cubes. A street near me that celebrates this number.
Paddington 1729, our first kiss. November.
I really liked him, he was the first one.
We walk on the streets, you walk fast, I walk slow
Christmas lights everywhere. Tall like a Christmas tree. Grinch, your heart was n sizes too small
You want space. I want closeness. Physics is not enough

It was not a clear no

My therapist: He said no

Memories with us, your red jacket,
You like error bars. I hate them. I want certainty.
My therapist: Sometimes we don't get the closure we need

Tears everywhere. Memories, the spring constant, laughter, Starbucks. A spontaneous bell toll.

Me: I' m so disappointed. He seemed so right.

My therapist: It s normal. I'm disappointed too. He seemed so right

Me: I shouldn't feel that much.

My therapist: Feeling are for the alive

Me and my need for certainty: but WHY.
Were you the last hole in the Oxford sidewalk ?