nothing's.
i had a dream that i saw you working somewhere. you had a suit and a tie on and short hair and it took me too long to acknowledge you. i think i will call you tonight--despite the months that keep going on with silence that just makes it a little more awkward. i think i have things to say. i think i stopped talking to you when things were still happening, when we both were still thinking of how weird what we were doing was. i don't know, in any case you always had rough sides that made me too upset and too annoyed, but they were definitely distinctive, definitely yours, definitely something i was too used to. i miss them despite how nobody else does.