when i was nineteen years old and home on christmas break i awoke from a dream, and upon doing so, scribbled down the following words:
it remains the truest thing i've ever written.
ironic because friends was entirely the wrong word.
i still have that slip of paper, despite having long since moved on from the man.
but not the notion. i certainly hope i'll never move on from the notion.
Posted by meg fee at 5:04 PM