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Look, I know you've got a girl and

we are long over, eons back, lightyears in the past.

Look, I've got me a boy and more experiences after you left

than drops of rain in berkeley on a sunday.

But one day

          if there ever comes a day

                when you're ready

to see me again, don't hesitate.

  I would like to introduce to you His Majesty Phillip,

  my bubbler- I know you never knew me as a smoker,

  but I've been living the green dream

  for years now.

And don't worry, I don't want to touch you-

maybe study the foreigness of your new body,

the deeper tone of your voice and the different

haircut, but I'm not interested in seeing what

it feels like.

  I want to hear about your music and about the

  second girl you fell in love with, gladly listen to your

  stories about shrooms and vodka, gladly tell you mine.



             And I won't wince.



I made my life my own, boy, so know just because you are

my first love and I wanted you for years after, doesn't mean

I didn't do my best with what I had, fuck, I'm in college now

intellectual double majoring, english just like I always dreamed.

But I would love to reside over quality THC and share stories

wonder at how much we've changed and just be chill with each other,

i've got nothing against you and think I'd be a great friend.

So call me,

    call me boy,

     call me up.



   When you are ready.