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i love your high school monotone.

so much.

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and it rained this evening. like it would at home. aunty ann and i would sit outside in the porch and sip cups and cups of rain water with lemon drops. and talk about old memories that made us cry. and i remembered you in the middle of it all.

sometimes, i wish i had undone time. for all the times i had gotten angry, really angry, i wish i could throw out those words at you. little shards of emotions buried in the deck. i will play them one day. and you will never learn the trick. i promise you that.

but you made me a dream catcher out of a fairy man. and i realized those wings were elastic. very early. very very early. and out of my caution, i did not say anything. never will. you dissolve conviction in self-confusion. and it amuses me, really.

i wish success on your smile. send me a note when you stretch.