youcanbreathnowJune 4th, 2005youcanbreathnow by yeslek
He was late, again, but I didn’t mind. He was always off in his own world, and it was something I understood. I didn’t care that I was standing in a growing puddle that the hem of my jeans was soaking up. I didn’t mind that my hair was matted to my face and my clothes were clinging to my skin, heavy with rain water. It had been cold at first, but the longer I stood in the torrential downpour, the more used to it I became. It didn’t take all that long for my shivering to cease.
He’s always been late to things his whole life, unless there was someone to manage time for him. Sometimes I wondered if time even meant anything to him, if he ever noticed it passing by, or if it was just a minor inconvenience that he’d rather pay no mind to. That’s just how he was, focused on his goals and little else. Eating, sleeping, even bathing were things that if I wasn’t there, he would avoid them because they hindered his processes and inter