"Always wanted one," I said to you, fingering the wooded dark brown record player in the store. We had met in Spanish class that day. That's a lie, you'd say, if you were reading this story. I'd noticed you first through the window of my class that morning. And we didn't really meet until afterwards,... Continue Reading →
*when you read this, know that it was written for you - played to the tune of Bon Iver, of course, For Emma, Forever Ago... because how could it not be?* Emma, you beautiful person, The date is 04/03/2012, or I guess - if it's in your language: 03/04/2012. As promised and produced, Enjoy. (You're... Continue Reading →
It was 2 in the morning, and though the wine pulled at my eyelids, I sat there still, in your parents living room: Thinking, perhaps, the night could still change. It was March, 2013, your sister's 18th birthday. You and I would be 23, together, the following month - when she begged me to visit.... Continue Reading →
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