2007-02-22 || 10:59 p.m.

|| and all of the actresses looked like my aunties ||

it was back when our friendship had just progressed past canasta partners. you were renting a room in a house in berkeley. you served us dinner there once. we stood on the front porch once while you crushed the leaves of rose geraniums between your fingers.

there was one night when i brought you and joe take out from the indian restaurant on solano and we watched "loves of a blonde" for the first time, and i remember proclaiming it our favorite movie by the end of the title sequence and squeezing your arms over the neck ties tied to tree trunks and girls lying in bed whispering in czech. when we finished the movie i kissed you and joe both on the cheek and held your hands briefly before i left.

i don't know what made it so absolutely perfect or why i just remembered it. maybe how nice it was to hold the both of your hands like that, sitting on the couch on a weeknight.

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