High and dry

Minneapolis MN

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From ethers tragic once again: Do you remember our first date? You said you needed to catch a bus, and I offered to take you for a drive instead. You cracked a joke about serial killers but you agreed. While we were heading to your place, we’d been talking about our favorite 80’s bands, and I mentioned The Cars. You said you had all their records and then drive started playing on the radio. You got overly excited and started talking really loudly and said something like, “That’s totally synchronicity dude!” And then I cheekily said, “no, that’s the police.” You laughed and said, “good one.” Everything about that night plays like a movie in my mind. I hope your memories of me aren’t all bad: I developed a petty vindictiveness that I didn’t know I was capable of. I know I pushed you way too far with my immature mind games. I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t realize that it would affect you in the way it did. I just thought it would make you fight over me or something, but it made you angrier than I knew what to do with. I get why, but in the end, it was just easier to pretend that I didn’t care. Our last text exchange haunts me. I hurt you, and I’m sorry. I know all you wanted from me was an apology. I just wasn’t in a space to accept accountability for anything. I hope that my darkness didn’t put out that fire in you. I did love you. You know that, right? I might’ve cracked your heart, but you took a piece of mine. I’ll always have the random and vivid memories, in spite of everything that I allowed to go wrong, and away. Tatiana: your name is still magical. Like a Russian spy duchess. A Russian composer. :) I can’t find you online, but I’d love to drive you home again. Brandon