14.08.27

I started listening to them because of you. You mentioned you liked them and I got curious.

I wanted to know more about you.

Know more about what you liked.

And why I seemed to no longer be one of those things.

But now, sometimes, I crave their sound. 

But can't seem to separate you from it.

It calms me in the wrong way.

14.08.12

Remember that time we first spoke?

On the bench. At the bus stop. It's your first day of CEGEP. But not mine.

Remember that time you invited me out?

With the rugby team. To that sketchy old man's bar. You are underaged. But not me.

Remember how I'd go to your house?

We'd sit and drink beer and pretend we had grown up.

Remember how I invited you out that night?

To my friend's party. You didn't show. When I called you, you let your girlfriend answer.

Remember how we didn't talk for a long time?




Remember how I moved away?

And your messages started coming back. Silly messages. Provocative messages. Messages that make me smile.



Remember how we became friends?

Many, many years ago. Many miles ago. Many girlfriends and boyfriends ago. Many friends and acquaintances ago. Many tears, many laughs, many smiles ago.