I think about your crooked teeth and I decide that I should write about them. There’s this time when you said, “I’m cold” and all I could think of was giving you my share of the blanket. You already had one on you but I felt like I needed to give you a bit more, just to sure. But yeah, your teeth - they tell me how I’m so much like you and that’s the reason why I always have an insatiable urge to please you. There’s a bit more to this, but we can leave it to when I start writing about what your other body parts remind me of.

Reading you took me to a lonely place again. Only a few words in and the feeling came rushing back. I have false memories of us in those two giant beds - things I would’ve done if I had forgotten the value of respect. That’s our story; we are hopeful, fake memories and forever fresh, deep-cutting feelings.

Thirteen’s always been an oddball number. Think about it - how many other numbers have as much character?

2013’s coming in a few minutes and I’ve never felt more excited. My heart has so much to tell and share and celebrate this year. Come midnight, I’m letting it explode along with the fireworks in the sky.

Birds of the same feather, 2013. Let’s be odd together.