It is exactly half past midnight as I start to type this. My apartment is silent. I can clearly hear the ticking of the clock behind and above me. The hum of my laptop fan, and the fridge in the nearby kitchen. The loudest sound here is indeed the clicking of the keys on my keyboard.
I'm in one of those moods. Those, thoughtful moods. Ones that, if I don't keep them in check, will usually lead me to tears. I haven't cried in a very, very long time. I don't know if I can anymore, though.
This is just one of many Fridays that I've found myself spending alone lately. And tomorrow night will likely be no different. I don't mind the solitude usually, as there are really very few people out there that I actually want to be around. But those few that I do want to be around... their absence is all the more apparent.
Especially one person in particular. I know he'll never read this, not unless I show it to him. Which, if I see him again any time soon, I wouldn't mind doing. So if you're reading this Matt... hang on tight because this is going to be a wicked little bit of writing. Straight to the deepest depths of my brain and back. You said you wanted everything... this is it, because I'm thinking of you, man.
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