I think that we are hearing our dreams. Our thoughts have wondered away from our brains. I want you to know that I think about what you said that night, the night we brought your bare mattress into your spare bedroom, and smoked out the window, everyday. We stayed up all night in our jackets camping in that room, between those walls. I took everything so seriously, and finally when I stopped thinking, I think I stopped living… I stopped loving you the way I did that one summer. It was a hard thing to except, it still is at times, but its okay because we are all changing.
