oh so peculiar i tell you.
us all 6, one ex-springfield-er and a young yellow moon.
we drink teh now. the laughters get louder still, and we act like old friends because we are.
(put aside the throbbing questions,
put aside looking admiringly at his cute face,
put aside trying to walk beside him
because i just have too many things to say)
the promise of more meetups after this, ahh. finally something to look forward to.