Last fall

It was my dad’s birthday, you know? The day I mailed that first letter to you.

I’ll never forget how I felt.

It was this weird mixture of fear and relief — finally I’d find out if you still thought about me too.

The last time I saw you was about 16 1/2 years ago. But I still remember your smile. And feeling …

Ok, my teens are watching something fucked up in the other room. Hold on…

Anyway, I remember feeling love.

And I remember that song. Like a curse that would repeat the sound of your voice calling my name in my head for eternity.

Every single time that fucking song played.

“NAVARRE!”

For almost 17 years now. Do you have any idea what that’s like?

Of course you don’t.

Maybe I’ll tell you someday. Face to face.

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