Restless musings at midnight thanks to a whole day of drinking at the Mardi Gras parade.

I actually missed her a lot tonight. It’s funny how people dead and gone can suddenly spark that kind of raw emotion after months of gradually cooling and fading feelings.

This song. I can’t even. I remember the last night kissing you by the water. That night in bed, you asked me, “Mike? Do you think I’m pretty?” As I gently kissed your back, I said, “I think you’re gorgeous.”

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