i’m only writing this because it’s his birthday today. he’s 24. he’s the one who got away for me. or i’m the one who got away for him. i don’t actually remember how it went. i do remember, though, that it’s been 7 years now. and i still remember his birthday, what a fool i am.

and i only made out with him that one time, but man was i into it then. i’m a fool.

so have a fucking happy birthday. it’s weird cause before, i’d always wondered if i’d ever even see him again, and when i did i realized what a loser he was.