Walking around his neighborhood at night. Dave Matthews concert. Floater. Tiger. Brownie. His parents. His sister. Grant's Pass. The beach. His room in the middle of the night. My room in the middle of the night. The blue lamp he got me. The nicknames. The flirting. Cuteness. Arguements. Crying. Missing. Looking at his childhood art. Spawn comics in the car. Wearing his sweater. The cemetary. Dancing in his kitchen to classical music (more than once). Making cookies. Parties. Swimming pool at Maroney's hotel. Mcmenamins. Pasta Pastini. Exploring my neighborhood. Meir and Frank building. Esco roof. Sterling. Hiking. Having sex outdoors. Having sex. Spooning. Kissing. Hugging. Calling in the middle of the night. Him crying. Telling me he wouldn't know what to do without me. Crying in the summer at Chapman, me holding him in my arms as he sobs about what's wrong with him. The cemetary that night; screaming and the spider that attacked me. The mausoleum. Confessions. Poetry. Singing. His singing. His chest hair, his lower stomach hair. His eyes. His hair. Out with Sam Lansky. I love you.

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