Diona Padron
Tuesday, May. 17, 2005 @ 10:44 p.m.

I’m sorry things turned out the way they did, Didi. Freshman year in your basement was probably the closest to Heaven I can imagine, before things got screwed like they tend to do.

I wish I knew as well now as I did then, but I guess I really don’t. Except that you’re sweet, and giving, and silly, and you make me gorgeous layouts (you HTML goddess, you).

… I don’t even know where you’re going to school.

I guess I’ve been a shitty friend the past couple years. I should have made more of an effort. I should have asked about you, bugged you to come out with us. Done… anything. I didn’t mean to lose touch with you. It just sort of happened, and I regret that.

I guess this is just to tell you that you really were important to me, and… we should hang out before we leave. Get everyone together again. I think we’re all okay again.

I miss you, Didi. Let’s go rent a movie. Call me.

.toxic . timeless.