The Cure sending letters to Elise, Counting Crows hoping for a better year, REM nightswimming through countless college year crushes. Earliest “real” relationship, defined by sad bastard music. A young man in college can create an entire mythos around an absent love. There’s just so much time to wallow in the shit. Mix tapes sent, a few received. Hot, memorable clothingfumble time broken up by tears of breaking-up-but-never-quite. Train rides, a night here and there, meeting outside the hostel host. Neighborhoods still charged, though less and less. This is not all true. What a shame, to marry and lose that medley of a name.