somehow every singer, on the Spotify playlist ‘Emo Forever,’ sounds like you. that time in college when i had a boy friend and you took me to a park, i can’t even remember which park, it was that long ago, and you had your guitar and you sang me one of your new songs. and you were funny and i didn’t know who you were but i knew you were beautiful. and i couldn’t say anything at all that whole day, because i couldn’t stop smiling and i couldn’t stop thinking all of the things you’re not supposed to about someone who isn’t yours. and we lost touch for years. but i woke up one morning and you were in bed with me. my best friend. and you got up, and got your guitar, and pulled out my artist’s stool to sit on, and mimicked my favorite band perfectly, hilariously, and my sister and nephew were still sleeping. and i laughed because i knew you were making them sound easily better than they actually did, but you were still making them sound horrible. i knew they were horrible anyhow. we walked around my town that day, it was hot, you bought me chicken tenders at a restaurant i’d never been to before. and we lost touch for years. but i was at your house with people i didn’t know, and i’m falling in love with all of them, but i kept meeting you alone in the kitchen to look at you and kiss you and then pretend nothing was happening. nothing was ever happening. and we lost touch for years.
