#37, Skylar.

Where do i begin?
I met you at a party. You were older than me by 5 or 6 years. Blue eyes, impish smile, great taste in music. We talked all night and you walked me home. We said goodbye on a street corner (did we kiss?) and exchanged phone numbers. For whatever reason it didn't work out, maybe it was the age difference. You slept on a mattress on the floor in the front of an indie record shop that your best friend's dad owned, it was bizarre. I fell asleep on the bed while watching Gummo with you and drinking vodka. Then some cooler girls we both knew came over and wanted you to go to the cemetery with them. You went. I was too tired, and fell asleep. When i woke up at 6 in the morning, you were there beside me, hair incredibly soft. I stole away in the thin blue light, and sat on the stairs of a nearby subway station to write you a letter which i never gave to you. I saw you a few times after that, and always wondered.