into the sea, you and me.

and it's silly of me to think that i could be anywhere in Los Angeles and not try to come up with a way to somehow run into you. but being at the cure concert now seems like the closest way i will ever come to touching you, even if you weren't even there. i looked around ceaselessly for four hours, hoping that i could catch a glance of your beautiful face, losing yourself in Robert Smith's voice. engrossed in the harmony of lovecats, engaged in the beat of fascination street. but i wasn't lucky enough to see you and i knew that i wouldn't, but that isn't gonna make me stop. i hope you were there. i hope that we breathed the same air. i hope at some point you were bothered by the whiff of my weed. if that is the closest i will come to touching you, then so be it. good night, once again, JL. i hope you're well.