My ode to Matthew Moschetto.
Apparently Matthew Moschetto came home from Hawaii yesterday.
And I would like to see his face because I miss him.
This is my ode to a boy who was the most memorable boyfriend I had (3 weeks, but it was amazing!), one of the bestest friends I had, someone I got along with so easily and so well, someone as spontaneous and excited about life as I am, someone who knows how to charm the ladies (maybe too much), and as much as he may have pissed me off sometimes, I have always loved him! Mainly... this boy is just someone who has left a mark on my life. And it's been almost a year since I've spent quality time with him. Or even seen him.
I FUCKING MISS YOUUU!
Remember that time we went to Brooklyn out of spontaneaity?
And hung out with ADAM GREEN and TURNER CODY?
All those times I let you drive the Corsica when you didn't even have your license?
All those times I yelled in your ears to STOP PULLING MY E-BRAKE WHILE I'M DRIVING 35 MPH DOWN OAK ST!
Those stupid jokes that still made us laugh a lot a lot a lot.
"Hey Donna, wanna hear a joke?"
"Yeah, Matt, I do."
"What do you call oil that comes from an olive?"
"OLIVE OIL?"
"Yeaaahhh, hahahhaa"
"BAHAHAHHAHAH!"
That box of Airheads we bought at Sam's Club that were gone within 2 days.
The trips to the grocery stores so you could buy Diet Coke, rice cakes or popsicles?
HAHAHA! Those times we went to the cemetery with an acoustic guitar?
We would sit by headstones that belonged to dead people,
people that are forgotten about, and we sang songs to them.
Dead people we didn't know. The Mooers.
And when we dated? Yeah... trying to not get me to laugh when we kissed.
Those many cute kisses at every stop sign.
How you taught me to be comfortable with and around you, helping me let go of some of my insecurities.
I would come home every night with the most flushed cheeks ever.
Truly the only boy who made blood rush to my cheeks with every kiss.
BUT BESIDES THAT...
How about that Dragon Buffet.
I found this the other night while looking at some of my old entries. :( Do you remember making that? I never understood why you randomly did it, but I certainly appreciated it.
I never thanked you for introducing me to Chuck Palahniuk.
Oh, and Q And Not U.
Remember that time we went to New York City for three hours?
Just to see Adam Green? My car broke down and train tickets cost me $60.
And then it started pouring and I had to walk around the city BAREFOOT?
But it was well worth it.
I hope you still have that Operation Desert Storm shirt I got you for 10 cents.
I could go on and on and on. But what I really am trying to say is:
I miss you.
I miss you.
I MISS HIM!
People like you are the kind of people I miss.
(Duh, I think we got that by now but...)
AND I know it'll be a while before I see you again.
Give me a call if you ever see this, OKAY MATT?
I'm going to sleep now, it's 6:10 AM.