you were in my dream last night. i wonder how you're doing but i'm too afraid to ask. i hope you're well. i never finished that book. it's strangely sentimental. you keep popping up in the memories on my phone. this generation is weird like that. do you think we'd be friends if we met now? would we like each other? maybe it's just that time of the year. maybe we'll bump into each other again some day. i'll look forward to it.














