pp

i still wonder what happened to you. quite often, in fact. are you happy? what kind of shit are you interested in now? what do you think about this whole election thing? why? do you ever think of me? i know that last one is something i shouldn't ask, but i would. and every single time i see a red hamster car, i eagerly stare at the drive hoping it's you. it's pretty ridiculous. i'm sure i've creeped out many a driver that's on their way to work, or going to a movie, or doing something other than being you. there's so much i'd say, given the chance. i'd apologize, and talk way too fast and have to repeat myself, and just do everything that's expected of someone that had a wonderful friendship cut short. but since i know my chances of getting to do any of that are in the negative, i'll just leave it here, knowing you probably won't see it, but feeling better having gotten it off my chest: i really do wish you the best. everything you want, i want for you. i hope you do nothing everyday but wake up and smile and have awesome days filled with awesome experiences. i've missed you something fierce and hope you feel the same. so there's that. or as much of it as i can put into sentences that make sense. it'd just be cool if we would have like a chance encounter where for two seconds the world stops and all we get to say is 'hey! how're you' and each respond and then spew the usual excuse about how we're both on our way to something or late for something and say 'bye!' and that be it. that'd be really, really cool. so, yeah.