she said, i'm the one.
2005-06-17 @ 11:40 a.m.

i plan on sitting at the cafe med with john all day. i want it to rain and i want to smoke shisha and i want the cafe to get muggy and heavy. i want to talk to john about all the things that casey said. about me. i want john to laugh out loud and say, like casey did, kiddo, i've got you all figured out. i'd like to know that somewhere out there is a face i can trust that's got me so down-pat that i'll never have to worry about anything too shocking, too intense, too painful. it's like, if there;s at least one person that knows you that well, even when you fuck up, you'll always be forgiven. it's like having a psychic for a friend. whether you know it or not, someone always sees it coming. it felt so good to have casey validate everything in my head. it was like i lined up all my shit and rubble and casey tagged them with OK passes. six years later and and a foot and ahalf later, i'm still looking up to casey in some sense or another.

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