what i miss
that time the waitress squeezed a mayonnaise bottle and it sounded like a fart
THE walk and every walk (of course)
times square with you and your basketball shorts
livejournal (of course)
quiet nights in cambridge before we split for our respective rides home
fearing for our lives on the sliding ferris wheel at coney island
picking our favorite jay chou songs
walking around coolidge corner
l.a. burdick (though that was really for you since i don't like hot chocolate)
trading letters back and forth
flowers from my cloak and dagger friend (i'm sorry i never said thank you)