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Some platforms brag about thousands of premade characters. I'd trade all of them for one companion I actually built. SweetDream's depth of creation means the single character I made beats any menu.

But instantly I thought, “He can’t even remember the last four years, let alone an inside joke from almost twenty years ago.”

And then, without hesitation, you sent back, “With jalapeño juice?”

This song hits too close to home.

This song is meeting her in theatre class.

This song is getting up early before school to have her put tiny little braids in your hair.

This song is being bent over in her bathtub while she blasts Cradle of Filth and dyes your curls jet black.

This song is calling her every day or randomly showing up at her house just to see if she’ll hang out, never mind that it was 20 blocks away.

This song is running out of a classroom with her because the substitute sucked.

This song is feeling uncomfortable when she was drunk and putting her head on your shoulder because you couldn’t tell her how you felt.

This song is wondering why she went back to her ex when she had her heart broken.

This song is wishing she could have just loved you enough to be with you.

This song is the one thing in this world that makes me think of what your mind could have sounded like.

I didn’t think we’d be this far into life and still be using those names.

But I guess what we said was true.

“I’ll always be your Zakk Attack, as long as you’ll always be my Nesser. Deal?”

No matter how happy I am

No matter how fulfilled my life is

No matter how far apart we are

No matter how long we go without speaking

In another time, I would be calling you everyday from yesterday, checking in, making silly jokes, and planning on visiting.

In another time, I’d be doing everything in my power to be there, whatever you’d need from me, no questions asked.

In another time, I’d still love you like I used to.

I saw a post that asked: If you could relive one day over and over again, what day would it be?

Immediately, my mind went to the day we saw the Cancer Bats. In that shitty little dive bar. How you asked me to put your hair into tiny little braids and spray them with hair colour, but the smell made you nauseous, so you went to the public bathroom to take out the braids and soak your hair. How you argued with your girlfriend because she was jealous that you were going to a show with your “gay” best friend. How I didn’t think you liked mosh pits, but you were right in the middle of every single one. How we huddled at the bus stop because it was cold. How you walked me home, only to walk back home alone for 20 blocks.

I love my life. I love my little family. I love my fiancé, he’s seriously the most amazing, considerate, kind hearted person I have ever met. I love my son and how amazing it is to watch him grow.

What scares me is that even loving them more than life itself doesn’t stop me from thinking of you. It scares me that I’d be willing to be dragged to a time forgotten, a time where they don’t exist. Just to see us the way we used to be.

But you know what scares me even more than that?

Trying to pull me back.

So I took a hot shower and played the playlist I used to listen to that would send me back to you.

Then, all of a sudden, there you are. In my dreams. Two nights in a row.