eighteen july
eleven : twelve a.m.

i'm talking to him. the one from last summer last winter the last few years. the love one. and he hasn't forgotten who i am. how i am.

"i went for a walk last night with sam. i didn't realise we were out for two hours. it was nice. we hadn't done that in a long time. you would have liked it. i wish you could have seen it."

i wish i could have seen it, too. i wish we were all together. him and him and me and him and we'd all be walking getting along understanding each others resentments climbing the hill.




listen : silence