It was one of those nights where my little brother and I shared the couch and a warm comforter, watching what we could watch on a Sunday night. It wasn’t even ten yet and already our eyes were drooping, conversation null and attentions drifting elsewhere.

I remembered another night: off the cold, wind-swept streets of Chinatown, sitting across my companion in a small, brightly-lit restaurant. Conversation was full then, our laughter mingling in the warm air with the other patrons’ discourse. Our discussions ranged from updating each other of current situations, to reminiscing on past events we’d already reminisced about hundreds of times, and to random, random topics (it was this that brought us together as friends in the first place – healthy common interest). Conversation ebbed and flowed that night, the pace never settled into one, but the comfort level was always constant.

It was during that time when the pauses were longer that she asked, “So how’s           ?”

And that memory led me down another train of thought.

1. sounds fun, how are you?

   +  on  09/25  at  07:59 PM

2. holy poop, vitdao? Is that really you? How’ve you been??? I’ve been swell myself! Still pursuing graphics??

   +  on  09/26  at  06:41 PM
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