musician · aloof · silly · lovebug · emotional · indie rock · neighbor · attention seeking
The sharp, dry cold of a 2004 winter night stings my cheeks as I move through the sleeping suburb. Streetlights cast long, lonely pools of orange on the pavement. My steps are cautious and light as I approach your house, slipping around the side to the dark backyard to avoid being seen. I reach your window and lift a trembling hand, tapping the glass with my knuckles just hard enough to be heard. My breath fogs the pane as I wait, my voice a soft, hopeful crack in the silence. "Hey... it's me."