I was at work today, until 5pm. I came to your house to pick you up. Your mom showed me a video of your sister waving at a stuffed bear. The bear “waved” back. Your mom thought it was the funniest thing. She played that video at least eight times. I think your mom is hilarious.

We hung out in a craft store for a while, and then Target. I bought you an icee. We looked at men’s clothes, and soups. There are so many kinds of soup, and I never seem to have any of them. I like soup a lot. Why don’t I eat it more often? Next time I’m hungry at night and am thinking about going to get fast food, I want to remind myself that the supermarket is open at all hours and I should go get soup instead. I probably won’t remember this though, when it comes time to remember. 

We got back to your house and ate pizza with your family. They always get big square pizzas. I try not to eat the outer pieces, the ones with crust. I reason that since your parents are buying me dinner, they deserve the crust, and I can suck it up and grab one of the middle pieces. We watched Harry Potter, the first one. You said it’s your favorite. Your parents went upstairs to bed halfway through the movie, and when I suggested we turn off the lights, your sister went upstairs too. I think she suspected ulterior motives on my part. I just like when the lights are off. 

We watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind after that. It was your first time seeing it. I tried to not give the plot away, but I’m terrible at keeping secrets. We watched as Jim Carrey’s relationship with Kate Winslet fell into ruins, and they erased each other from their memories. It made me wonder what’ll happen later. In the future. Not that I suspect that our relationship will take a similar dive. They just were so happy at first, and settled into being happy with each other. And then they stopped being happy. I don’t want you to stop being happy. 

It’s almost 3am right now, I left about an hour and a half ago. You have to wake up early, and I told you to go to sleep. No knitting tonight. You better not be knitting right now. But even if you were, it’d be okay. I know how much you like it. I just want you to get enough sleep. And not feel pressured by all the people asking you to knit them things.

I love you, goodnight.