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2B. James

      Hey, it's Ronnie. I'll get back to you when I can. Leave a message.

     "Hey, Ronnie. Remember junior prom? You wore that white dress and god you looked so beautiful. I told you that too didn't I? At least I thought I did. You see I make these little snippets in my head with you in it. What I say, what you say. What I do, what you do. What we do. Thought you should know that.

     Anyways, you wore a white dress and you and your white dress wasn't for me. You had no idea how much I wanted to ask you to be my date. But no. I wanted to get to know you first. Take it slow. You said you like to take things slow. Which is funny coming from a person that always rushes.

     We were friends but I thought I made it clear I wanted more. I mean wasn't it unusual for you? It was to me. We were star crossed, Ronnie. Or maybe we weren't. Because you were the sun and moon and the whole galaxy while I was just a twinkling star.

      But I like to think that you were mine before all that. Before prom. Before John knew. Before you and John. Before us even. I like to think that I was keeping you away from the rest of the world. Like how you- you keep the pendant of your necklace tucked behind your top. Like somehow it being hidden makes it closer to your heart.

      I'm losing my point. Anyway, you said prom sucked so we headed into this little bar where you made friends with the bartender. We took shots of some kind of rum that you liked. You said to take a shot for every regret you remember and I thought about how I should have took risks rather than sitting in silence while you're seeing my best friend. Then to take a shot of every sin we committed and I thought about you. By then my head felt heavy. Then take a shot for every person we loved and never got that love back and I thought about you. Then everything went black but before that all I could see was you.

      I woke up in the backseat of my car, you and I entangled. Our clothes from last night wrinkled and you were sound asleep and I remember the sun lighting your face and how my head hurts and how I was glad for it because at least you didn't wake up next John. Do you remember any of it?

      I waited until you woke up and we drove to Berry's Pancake House for breakfast. Then I drove you home. Then I drove alone to my house and went to sleep and I dreamt of you."