#thomas rasp

I know that now. At least you won’t forget the fact that we happened. After all, we lived together. You shared a flat with me. That’s something you can’t just forget. It’s something that will always come up, tingling in the back of your mind, whenever you think about anything related to flats, rent, furniture, IKEA, Tuebingen, matrasses, clothes hangers, new kitchenware, couches and polaroid pictures. You will always be reminded of me. 

But I want you to remember us. We were more than that. So much more.

I want you to remember the way we used to look at each other. The way my skin feels. The way I sucked you dick. How I used to make you breakfast. The National concert and the night after. How every now and then, even if just for a moment, we were one. 

I miss you so much.

Seeing your face, hearing your voice, touching you would be enough to keep me going, maybe even keep me happy, for a little while longer.

Catching up. How have you been? What do you want from life? Have you found your calling? What happened? Do you remember the good times? Have you kept the shirt I made you? Do you still listen to the music you showed me? Are you happy?