March 4th, 1:30AM, Gatekeeper Bar, Middletown CT, cocktail attire, slow dancing with Alex. I can't fucking wait to be reunited with you and Tommy (and Gil, Char, Kev, Nico, Will, Ezra, basically all the important young gentleman I see in two days).
"It is no accident that you are reading this. I am making black marks on white paper. These marks are my thoughts, and although I do not know who you are reading this now, in some way the lines of our lives have intersected... For the length of these few sentences, we meet here. It is no accident that you are reading this. This moment has been waiting for you, I have been waiting for you. Remember me."
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