It's July and it's cold as fuck outside and you need to go out for work.

You never think of me and to be reminded of that it's just so shockingly weird and sad and just so fucked up because I think about you a lot and isn't it kind of even bizarre that there's no such a force in the whole universe capable of transmitting all the energy that my thinking of you provokes.

Even though we don't speak anymore I came home last Wednesday and saw in Facebook that you had posted a song that I had been listening that whole week.

And even though I don't know what you are currently thinking of, I do know that photo you also posted made you think of your parents because that band also makes me think of my parents.

I thought it was just bodies but it's not going to change.

In some alternative universe I'm not scared of every emotional approach you've tried and I'm receptive and not so shy and not ridicule or overtly emotional and I lay in your bed to text my mom and you kiss me and I do orreact badly but instead just kiss you back and so you don't feel weird about literally coming running from the other side of the room just to kiss while Drain You by Nirvana plays in the background. 

And I do not ask you to change the music so forever Nirvana won't remind me of you kissing me in your mom's house because I don't care and so I don't have to hide the fact that I dont really mind that there are a buch of stuff that remind me of you and I'm comfortable and cool and even happy with that.