we peaked on the phone....

i've never been a phone person.

i like to see the human with whom i am conversing.


with one exception.


jon.


throughout the second summer i spent in michigan, jon and i used to talk for hours. early in the morning hours, late in the night hours, and all of those in between. perhaps the reason we were connected kept it from being anything but an idyllic outlet of thoughts and emotions. he would tell me about sports and i would talk about harry potter. we shared stories of our families, some happy, others very sad. and music? hundreds of minutes were spent dissecting different and similar interests alike.

he made me mix cds.

three glorious mix cds.


summer ended, and our conversations died down to a gentle boil. sparatic, yet a force to be reckoned with.

he always left me thinking.



i moved to san rafael, and our connection was explosively rekindled through modern technology.

text.

email.

im .



i once sat at the front desk of the ballet school and abused an entire saturday's worth of work to chat with this man.

we played 20 questions.

silly questions.

serious questions.

personal and embarrassing.

about love, loss, future, past, pets, food.... and music. :O)




and then one day, jon got scared, and ran away.



i haven't talked to my friend in almost a year.


so jonathan.... i wish you well, and i hope, someday, we can once again live up to our chatting potential.