makes no sense to me, really. i think i saw him seven times or so this summer, four was to drive me home from maria's, and twice was to get me to wherever i was attempting to leave sweden from.

what is it he misses? i doubt he can be pressed to even remember anything i've worn, words i like to use or even how my nose wrinkle when i laugh. it took him 4 years to remember that i am a vegetarian because we met so seldomly.