It’s really cold in Chicago and it snows a lot here. I sit in my room a lot and watch the snow and listen to Sufjan Stevens and Bon Iver, which is pretty melancholy. I think about you on the daily and wonder if you still think of me. I hope you’re doing really really well and missing me from time to time. I wonder if it’s been too long, if you’ll still remember me when we meet again. I think i’m most afraid that you’ve forgotten about that summer, or forgotten about me.
~We come around here all the time, got a lot not to do