when i close my eyes and drift away

[davidology]

it's so fucked up that i can remember so vividly the first time i saw him... that stupid, ugly p coat he was wearing in the airport; his eyes; the way he smelled; everything about him. i can still tell you the day he was born, and could probably still find by sight the exit off the 118 to his mom's house—past that del taco.

it's been over 10 years, and, despite my best efforts, despite wanting to so badly, i haven't ever remembered anyone that way again.

sometimes, i really think it broke me.