i miss someone. when i hear certain songs, i think of him. when i’m driving down that road, i think of him. when i stop into that place and order my usual, i think of him. he makes me think of warm breezes and salty locales and neon wetsuits, ideas ushered in by saturday morning viewings of b-list disney movies. down, tropical fruit, and surfing. they all lead back to you. i miss you.
