happy anniversary of the month we started talking. i know february isn't a month that you relate to me, especially since you met better people this month, seven years ago. but here i am, writing to you one more time.
i wish i could go back to read all those silly messages we sent to eachother. your goofy secrets; my clumsy come-ons. i will never cease to tell you how delightful the sound of your laugh is when you talk; it will forever haunt my dreams. i miss the first time we spoke on the phone. the mere thought of the time you left me a voicemail is so loud that i am tightening up my whole body just to bare the tears; "so call me back. okay, bye." or the first time we attempted to talk on the phone. i stayed up all night talking about you to my friend after a Metric concert; "wish i could hear your voice." or the first time we actually had a conversation after three years and you wrote something about me, to me, that same morning while we texted; "hard to feel the breeze, conformity uneasy." and i know that i think of you more often than not, and i'm aware you know this, but how can i forget you when you tell me that you went to a festival and thought about me throughout the xx's full set? how do i get over you quoting me heart and lungs lyrics after three years of not talking? and i know that it's now been close to four years since but how do i move on? don't you know wanna know me? aren't you at least a little bit curious? how can you form a bond with someone you've never met but feel in the pit of your stomach; millions of butterfly flutters painting the insides of by body with images of your precious face. how can i feel you on my lips if i have never touched you?
i think about you often; do you think of me at all?
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