hey, i know your memory is kinda shot from all the smoking over the years but remember that time we snuck into the high school pool at night? we must’ve only been fourteen or thirteen. i was so scared and it was so cold. there was a bottle of vodka in the back of your sister’s car and we took a few sips to feel brave. i just remember it being so dark. black. standing at the edge of the diving board, shivering. staring below at the endless black pool and feeling like i was about to jump into the mouths of hungry sharks. but i jumped anyway. you always did that to me, made me jump. it seemed like we had so much more fun at thirteen. everything seemed to scary and big and thrilling and rebellious, like slipping off into that cold black water.
i hope you still remember it like i do.
– you always made me jump. 1/29/18
with much love,