August 26
last night
Despite what I say, I kind of missed you last night, and I wish I could've stayed.
I missed your guitar with the bunnies, and the slanty ceilings of your room, and the banana crunch cornflakes and the quiet conversations in your chilly attic room. Hundled under blankets with you is pretty wonderful.
I didn't think I could, but I kind of missed it. You. Maybe i'll try and call today, but I won't be able to say that I missed you. but I did.
brokentrain at 8:18 a.m.