hi, it's me again.

this might come to you as creepy (and a tad cliche), but my heart was beating so fast as we talked about the music we liked (you kept saying, "I like old(er?) songs") and when I brought up madeon (pronouncing at as "mah-di-yon") you said you did not really know how to pronounce it so you settled with "made-on" and your obsession with christopher nolan and how mind-blown you were the second time you watched memento, your "favorite movie of all time!!!" and I would twitch whenever you smiled because it would always be my reflex to look at you and at the mole on the spot right under your nose.

in the theater, upon choosing our seats, I was behind you and you were all, "after you" like the southern gentleman that you were and I was still calm, much to my surprise. I went ahead and sat in the second seat, creating a 2/3 probability that you would be sitting next to me (sorry, okay); fortunately, statistics was in my favor.

this will only be getting creepier, don't worry.

so, then, the live band played. at first, in my head, it was all "oh my goodness, these guys are incredible" but, as the bass became heavier, the fact that you were beside me at that moment, that we were surrounded by such beautiful music and I could see you tap your feet as I lightly bobbed my head to the rhythm, it was all too much for me I literally could not breathe and I should have told you that "I'm glad we came here" (for it was true as heck) but did not. right now, though, I am just hoping you did not see my terribly useless struggle to avoid shaking all over.

I am really happy and I partly thank you for it. the place has become a part of a nice new memory for me. the next time I come back, I shall eat at that restaurant you mentioned just to try that dish which, according to you, "tastes like sadness."

Labels: mir, sort of a stream of consciousness lol