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I remember pulling up to your house, 7:30 every morning that winter, and knocking on your window. We would lay in your bed and talk, or not talk, and you would play Street Spirit over and over again before we had to go to class.
I remember that New Year's Eve, the way you held me close, and the flush on my cheeks.
I remember the time we got your car stuck in the mud while trying to stargaze. You even brought your new book with you, so you could identify constellations. Instead we walked two miles in the freezing cold until we could find someone who would pull your car out with their tractor.
I remember summer evenings, sitting in your car after work, under the line of Mulberry trees. You told the worst jokes, and I loved you for it.
We weren't meant to be, and I'm fine with that. But you are one of the few who I still remember fondly, and I hope life finds you well.
6:38 p.m. - 2023-01-26