20.09.05 - 10:54 a.m.

he let me down just about as badly as anyone ever has, but the snippets of conversation i actually remember from that night are all i need to forgive him -- the gradiose gestures we made across a table over jd salinger's narrative voice, how dearly we love franny and how secretly we never liked zooey. the comparing and contrasting of glasses to nabokov's characters and the conversation that is really only age-appropriate when you're still in high school. he gifted me a single song, wavery and full of echos; imagining him in his bedroom singing into a computer about a girl we both love just breaks my heart.