its been a long time

Minneapolis MN

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More than anything, I miss our conversations about music. Even more than the kissing. You left me in utter awe and envy of both your talents and knowledge of it. It’s part of the reason I loved, and never felt good enough for you. I wasn’t. Remember our first date? While we were driving 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 said really loudly something like, “That’s totally synchronicity dude!” And then I cheekily said, “no, that’s the police.” You laughed and said, “good one.” Every time I hear that song, I think of you. Every time I hear Radiohead or A-ha, I think of you. I hope your memories of me aren’t all bad: I know I pushed you way too far with my immaturity and indecisiveness. I developed a petty vindictiveness that I didn’t know I was capable of. I made you angrier than I knew what to do with and it was just easier to pretend that I didn’t care. I might’ve cracked your heart, but you left a hole in mine. Tatiana: your name is still magical. I just want to start over. Even if all you can offer is a friendship. A new beginning, from an unfinished end. I’d love to drive you home again. Brandon