07.JAN.2012
10:09P

it has been six years. seven, maybe. i ran into you once, on 11th street, but it was terrible timing. all endings and beginnigs and in-betweens and i didn't get your number even though i knew the chances of running into you again were slim.

but you're back. i have my old best friend back. we dig up old photographs, walk city streets, too much free coffee, the roof deck in january. we hug goodbye and i can't make myself let go - it's so familiar, you're so familiar - and we say "i love you" like not a day has passed and i promise i promise i promise nothing will get in the way of this ever again.