The Living Centrifuge

I keep having fantasies that he's going to call me and want me back at some point in the future. And I'm going to get to breathe in, and say "how daaaaaaaaaaaaaaare you?!?!?!" in full Smukler fashion. I also keep habitually thinking about him - "keeping him in my thoughts while I stay in Vancouver" - keeping myself in love with him - the choice I made when I left town. Little vocal how-dare-you's keep escaping. I hope none get out while I'm at work today.