sometimes you just get to wondering.
how the hell are you? ...old friend....
i think i would have liked us to stay friends...
more than just a picture on facebook that is.
although i did look at your picture today.
it was nice to see you all happy.
i can't remember your voice. strange, really, since i spent countless, mindless hours of my high school off time listening to you on the phone.
i thought of all the money you must have spent on me
yesterday while making a quesadilla.
flowers, a trip to Florida, flowers, flowers, SG memberships, countless packages from overseas, flowers.
you were a very sweet, wonderful companion.
i only wish i would have been slightly less wretched.
this isn't some sappy "i wish we were still together" thought.
its more like.. "man we grew up... we had some good times... i'm exceedingly glad your happy, and i'm happy- for that matter" thought.
things you should know...
i still have letters you wrote me. i plan on keeping them and showing whatever generation is interested in me when i'm old, wrinkly and rainbow.
I still have the dog tags you made me, i just couldn't part with them. they mean something more than the time and place we shared... some underlying truth that i forgotten how to tap into.
your CB shirts were stolen when my apartment got robed or i'ed probably still wear them ( they were in an old chest i think the buglers thought it was something cool in the chest... man were they mistaken - heavy metal t-shirts and fishnets.... )
i'm 60lbs lighter than when we met.
you really did help me realize i was gay ( not in a bad way - don't worry)
i still brag about your mothers orchids and canoeing in a river filled with alligators ( the two possible best parts of that vacation)
seemed fitting to post this to the place on the internet that we shared.
interesting where you brian goes when making mexican food in a hot kitchen late at night.
you were an amazing boyfriend. i'm glad for the time we shared.
how the hell are you? ...old friend....
i think i would have liked us to stay friends...
more than just a picture on facebook that is.
although i did look at your picture today.
it was nice to see you all happy.
i can't remember your voice. strange, really, since i spent countless, mindless hours of my high school off time listening to you on the phone.
i thought of all the money you must have spent on me
yesterday while making a quesadilla.
flowers, a trip to Florida, flowers, flowers, SG memberships, countless packages from overseas, flowers.
you were a very sweet, wonderful companion.
i only wish i would have been slightly less wretched.
this isn't some sappy "i wish we were still together" thought.
its more like.. "man we grew up... we had some good times... i'm exceedingly glad your happy, and i'm happy- for that matter" thought.
things you should know...
i still have letters you wrote me. i plan on keeping them and showing whatever generation is interested in me when i'm old, wrinkly and rainbow.
I still have the dog tags you made me, i just couldn't part with them. they mean something more than the time and place we shared... some underlying truth that i forgotten how to tap into.
your CB shirts were stolen when my apartment got robed or i'ed probably still wear them ( they were in an old chest i think the buglers thought it was something cool in the chest... man were they mistaken - heavy metal t-shirts and fishnets.... )
i'm 60lbs lighter than when we met.
you really did help me realize i was gay ( not in a bad way - don't worry)
i still brag about your mothers orchids and canoeing in a river filled with alligators ( the two possible best parts of that vacation)
seemed fitting to post this to the place on the internet that we shared.
interesting where you brian goes when making mexican food in a hot kitchen late at night.
you were an amazing boyfriend. i'm glad for the time we shared.