tynan and i watched a lot of margaret cho movies and i thought about you.
ben rose and i drove around downtown and got to reminiscing about my junior year --his freshman year in college, when you came back to denver-- and i thought about you.
i drank a lot of coffee that varied in quality at a series of late-night restaurants, and i thought about you.
my sister mentioned wanting to take her boyfriend to drag queen brunch while they were both visiting denver, and i thought about you.
i bought a little black pin with the cover of the first bikini kill album on it, and pinned it on next to the zipper of my sweatshirt, and i thought about you.
i tried to convince my parents to let me drive out to texas and visit you before the end of break, but they said it was too long a trip.
sometimes it seems like we don't talk often enough, and that's probably true. you and ben are the only non-family-members i EVER have phone conversations with-- i mean, the only two people i can sustain a "real" conversation with over a phone line. and you're also the friends i've known the longest (i already told you that but it feels good to remind you).
i wish we could see each other again. talking on the phone is fine but obviously not the same at all. it's disappointing that i can't come see you for the time being, but i feel confident that we'll get together in person eventually.
you were there for me during a lot of really shitty times in my life and i owe you for that. i remember all of it and i remember how important it was to have someone like you seeing through all the bullshit and still believing in me.
the last time i saw you was almost a year ago . . . so much has changed since then. i'm sorry we haven't talked more, but i'm glad --and proud-- that we're still friends.
tynan and i watched a lot of margaret cho movies and i thought about you.
ben rose and i drove around downtown and got to reminiscing about my junior year --his freshman year in college, when you came back to denver-- and i thought about you.
i drank a lot of coffee that varied in quality at a series of late-night restaurants, and i thought about you.
my sister mentioned wanting to take her boyfriend to drag queen brunch while they were both visiting denver, and i thought about you.
i bought a little black pin with the cover of the first bikini kill album on it, and pinned it on next to the zipper of my sweatshirt, and i thought about you.
i tried to convince my parents to let me drive out to texas and visit you before the end of break, but they said it was too long a trip.
sometimes it seems like we don't talk often enough, and that's probably true. you and ben are the only non-family-members i EVER have phone conversations with-- i mean, the only two people i can sustain a "real" conversation with over a phone line. and you're also the friends i've known the longest (i already told you that but it feels good to remind you).
i wish we could see each other again. talking on the phone is fine but obviously not the same at all. it's disappointing that i can't come see you for the time being, but i feel confident that we'll get together in person eventually.
you were there for me during a lot of really shitty times in my life and i owe you for that. i remember all of it and i remember how important it was to have someone like you seeing through all the bullshit and still believing in me.
the last time i saw you was almost a year ago . . . so much has changed since then. i'm sorry we haven't talked more, but i'm glad --and proud-- that we're still friends.
good luck in 2005 and i'll talk to you soon.
-ben
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you write the best love letters.
what's gonna make you happy is:
margaret and i are coming through Santa Fe on our big spring roadtrip!
so. you get your wish. although i still want to see you in Texas, someday, cause i am in love with this crazy state.
i am going to the beach for new years, but i will be telephoning you shortly thereafter. or tonight, i don't know. it'll happen.
i adore you; don't forget it..
miss m
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