2001-07-04 - 727 pm
hey i remember you, boy: with that look on your angled face whilest sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like y'wanted me to sit down next to you so bad that your smile hurt.
people made fun of you cuz your teeth stick out and they shut your mouth closed with their own personal grins. so you hid behind your longish hair and didnt smile so much. but you smiled for me that day. hahah, you were soft-cheeked electric.
one year ago, the night wasnt young it was dying.
at kimball and lawrence, the fireworks bloomed behind the huddle house grill. i forget what it's like to care so damn much about somebody.
guess how much is fiction.