dear sir…
remember when you used to think i was drunk because i was sooooo freaking hyper? we would be clubbing and i would be hopping and just all around very bouncy and loud and couldnt seem to stop talking. you would look at me, the smile visible in your eyes and the corner of your mouth twitching as you said, " you’re drunk, arent you?" . i would refute and try vehemently to convince you that i, in fact, did not, and i still dont, need alcohol to trigger and fuel my hyper-ness. (or is it hyper-ity? LOL). i hadnt even had one drink for the night. you always would be skeptical and would eye me suspiciously. but in the end you’d always envelope me in your arms and all of us would have a good time in the end, alcohol infused or not. LOL. those were the days ya. i miss those days. and i miss you.
almost a year later, yesterday you remarked," yeah. well, you’re always hyper". i simply laughed, reminiscing on how you never quite believed me when i insisted that i was just hyper by nature.i guess mission’s accomplished then. 
we’ve come quite a long way, haven’t we? 
and i still miss you.
