we're kings among runaways...

This is where I was when I listened to this song:
in the rain, in barcelona, as seen from a bus at forty miles an hour on too little sleep and too little coffee. We were homeless, and it was always you and I, huddled in door frames and waiting at the bus stops for someone to pick us up. How is it so easy for me to imagine us as children? Why do I dream you, as I know you, through the phone? As if telephone wires, as if internet photos will ever make up for a real person.
So, how do I miss you?
I couldn't really tell you how. It's like there are no words. Our brains have taken over, taken to each other, and convinced us into love like it's air or like it's water. It's strange, really, to think that this toxic mix of chemistry and convincing evidence could really make for a strong relationship. And yet...and yet... I have to believe that it has. I don't know what else to make of this, then, if it weren't for you, and your face, and everything that I could say I love you about without feeling the slightest hesitation or anxiety about what would come next. Weird.