love me on purpose
Sometimes, I still order pizza without olives, he wants to say. Sometimes, I write to you. For you. Sometimes, you're the only person I want to call. I still have my watch. I saw a poster for The Cure and thought of you, two months ago. It’s on my wall. Do you still like horror movies? Everything reminds me of you. You’re all I think about. Mike shakes his head. "I think about you all the time." Will frowns. "Don't – don't say that." "Why not?" Mike questions, shifting where he sits. "It's true."
December, 1993.
For the first time in four years, Mike and Will speak to each other.














