So Don't Get Any Big Ideas, They're Not Going to Happen...

    I had a conversation earlier tonight that made me think of you. Where you might be these days and how you might be doing. You followed your dreams and that is the last I knew of you. Inspiration is what you gave me. Such as that I might follow my dreams as you did.
    I am failing currently. Which brings me to wonder if your dreams have worked out as you wanted.

You were always a beautiful dancer.

    I wonder if you remember the night we danced for hours on end. Our minds elsewhere, but our bodies were together. The stars were out. They illuminated the ground as we moved, and you laughed lightly and said you had never been happier. There was no reply from me but a smirk.

That was the happiest I had ever been.
I wish I had told you that.

    I want to know how New York is for you. I want to know how that problem worked out and if you lived through it. I want to know if you ever read that story I wrote for you. I want to see you again.
    I remember how frightened you were when you found me on the floor. I remember the first time we were high together on the library lawn. I remember us messing with the Dewey Decimal system in the basement. I remember rearranging books and discussing how it related to metaphysics. I remember running through the field and losing each other.

I remember you.

    We agreed on no emotional attachment. When it was said we both just laughed. The last time I saw you we both cried as you said you were leaving. When you left there was nothing to keep me in that town, and I soon left.


You will know the meaning to this song:

Radiohead - Nude

That couch is still in our field.