"so, you'll probably think this is creepy, but do you remember the night you had just come from the bathroom. you looked at me and asked if, while taking a piss, i'd ever gotten a cold chill like the hands of death were running down my spine. well, i just got that feeling, and i was reminded of that question.

i remember weird shit like that. things you probably don't remember, cause you drink too damn much. but you know i'm just giving you shit. like the night you got really drunk at Bonz and came back very upset. i sat up with you until four that morning, and begged you not to leave. i hated to watch you drive home sometimes. but that night, you asked me what it was i wanted to say to you. and then tried to dance with me. god you were sloshed.

and there was that night you got me, and krys and ben doing the twist in the kitchen with you to that blues mix i loved so much.

a lot of my memories of you are linked to the new songs you introduced into my life. like one of the last nights you were here, we went up to zack woods and then back down to where mike's family lived, listening to "average kind of guy" by dr. john. you didn't want to go back to the house and i didn't, either. i would have rather... well. honestly. i would have rather spent the night with you in your car than go back to all that tension and weirdness. i didn't want our last hug to be tensed because of the others. things were comfortable when it was just the two of us. at least, i thought so.

but i guess my whole point to this is, i'm thinking of you, and i hope you're taking care.

alright, see you."

click.