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By Sil Date: 2002 Mar 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.07.14.56.23731]] |
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Dear Trevor, Sometimes I think of you. Not that often, these days; I'm pretty happy with the way things turned out. But still, on occasion, you pop into my mind. I loved you for 18 months. Do you remember that? And you were a skater, but I loved you anyway. And you were a stoner, but I loved you anyway. And you had a girlfriend, but I loved you anyway. And do you remember when you loved me? I hope you do, though you might forget. You might recall it like a candy: not very big, but really sweet. To me, it felt like the alignment of planets: huge, but brief. Do you remember that time we went behind your friend's garage and you taught me how to smoke? You didn't laugh when I coughed and you made me understand how to breathe it in and hold it. You held me while we watched tv and there was something funny about bananas... You taught me how to be patient, too. And you taught me how to relish victory and live through a defeat. You gave me my own little tragedy. I never tell it, but it plays out in my mind from time to time. I think of that Friday night as my first kiss. It's a real production by now, with slow motion, varying angles, and narration. I wonder if it was really that good? I dunno what I wanted to write to you for. I don't feel like you need to know my news, and I don't really wonder what you're up to nowadays. I think of you every few weeks, about three minutes after sucking on a pipe... ...and wish you'd taught me how to roll a joint. |