remember when you and me used to spend the whole god damned day in bed? I'm coming over to your house the next time i get a chance and im buying a dozen flowers on the way and i won't have to worry about buzzing because the door is always open and i can walk up those 3 flights of stairs and all the way to the back of the hall and appt 311 and you will open the door and we'll hug and it will be PERFECT and nothing could ruin that moment. because its a feeling that could never be replaced. and we will talk for hours because we can, and we will watch movies all night and then watch the sunrise and maybe take a walk and talk some more because nothing heals me like you do. im just thinking about you and wishing you could know how much time i actually do spend thinking about you. im picturing your room and nothings ever looked more familiar