Since meeting in the elevator

There’s not been one fucking day I haven’t thought of you.

At first you were just the man in the elevator. The man I was going to find again one day by knocking on every door on the 11th floor, one day when I was ‘better’ of course.

I think it’s just hard on days like today, because I just found out that scientists *found* a mutation that Noah and I share, a mutation that they think might be the root of this entire fucking nightmare of a misery,

and for whatever reason,

you’re the first person I wish I could call and tell about it.

And my rational mind tells me you’re probably some arrogant asshole who doesn’t really give a shit,

but my imagination prefers to believe that you still do.

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