How did you get so stuck in my head? We met what, two years ago? And in that time, we’ve only seen each other a handful of times, if that.

I wonder if you’re still smoking Camel Reds. Would I be able to taste them on your lips? What about the Dos Equis you kept in your fridge? Your fingers gripped the bottlenecks so loosely. Your hands felt different on my thighs.

Did your new girl throw that all out? Have you thought of me much since last summer? 

Does Sadie catch the frisbee better now? How’s your underhand throw?

You’ve felt unfinished all this time. I’m not sure why.

Text me?