Sam Baker ^___^

Monday - May 28, 2012 - 1952

The season is officially over. I celebrated the start of Summer with skateboarding, slack-lining, and plotting winter in Japan. So many adventures to come.

Well all you motherfuckers, criminals will be suckers
If you don’t step aside for David Courtney

May 17, 2012.

I remember the first time I ever saw you… In town on a Thursday night, I was eating McDonalds in the food court there just in front of Baker’s Delight. I was sitting with Louis and he mentioned you in convocation, I looked over and saw you. You were wearing a dark grey shirt.

I remember the first time I ever kissed you… After Mindless Self Indulgence you came and stayed at my house, back when I lived in Thirroul. We cuddled so closely all night but you never kissed me. In the morning I guess the tension was all too much and you did. It made my whole day. And then you ran and hid in the closet from my dad, haha.

I remember when you asked me to date you… I said no, because I couldn’t trust you. But then after we talked about it for a long time, I decided to take a risk, a leap of faith, and open my heart upto another person, a near perfect person.

I remember when I nearly killed you… Within a few weeks of dating I managed to give you Glandular Fever, one of the worst cases possible. You grew a lions mane, missed a bunch of school, and lost like 15 kilos. You could barely talk, or breathe, or eat, and made terrible company. But I still enjoyed visiting you every other day.

I remember the first time you told me you loved me… We were in my room in Stanmore, and it came out of your mouth so easily. I was kind of taken back, kind of excited, kind of surprised. And then you continued to let me know when I was at Q Bar the Thursday night before I said it first, over SMS, which I had no memory of (classy as usual Sam). Oops.

I remember the day you moved out… Apparently it was for the best, I guess hindsight kind of agrees with you there. But it still brings tears to my eyes having to relive/replay that scene in my head, the one where you gave me a kiss on the forehead and walked down the stairs, up the concrete alley, out of my life.

I remember the last time I saw you face to face… As we were leaving the hotel from a marvelous night prior, we cuddled and walked separate ways, (well I hobbled as I was still on crutches with a broken foot), and that was the last time for a long time, but NOT forever. It might be until summer, it might be winter, it might be the US, it might be Japan… Or it might be none of the above. I don’t know. Every scenario brings on too many feelings and conflicting thoughts.

Just one step at a time.