splashing through the muck and the mud

i've never been so happy to see her get so muddy.
i've been a lot happier watching him walk out the door, though.
i don't know where we were today. drifting, somehow.
i'm not good with this relationship thing.
he told one of them last night about his intentions for the summer. i'm not sure how they responded, but it's reassuring that he mentioned it.
maybe his comments on the matter weren't totally displaced. maybe he knows him better than i. he certainly trusts him more. but he trusts the world more. and i'm not sure that's a good thing.
i need more sleep. i can't even write a decent sentence.