You could almost see his words freeze in mid-air and evaporate into the cold Atlanta night. I found it hard sometimes concentrating on what he said as the bitter weather crept through my clothes. I know we had that relationship where every pointless story was welcomed to be shared. There wasnt anything left to get to know, because we already knew eachother too well. I would tell him I woke up and stubbed my toe on the door way to the shower, he would say he did that once. We would remember the past, share old stories like we had never heard them before. His friends were annoying. One looks like Napoleon Dynamite. As much as I hate the cold, I loved walking under the city lights amongst the commuters who were too busy trying to get home to notice the stupid beauty this night held. he said he stayed up allnight the other weeked with some friends on E, they just romed the city streets. I thought about, I dont now why. I just need one night, this city, two paper bags, a couple forties, and someone who is willing to wonder these streets. .... i have him now aSkyTurn3dBlack: i lvoe oyu *He may not be able to type but he's all mine*