Someday, when you are walking the streets of Brooklyn, I hope that you hear a giggle from a girl on the street, and you turn and look and think of my unstoppable giggles as I held your arm and we walked down Bedford Ave. Someday, when you are at a backyard barbeque, I hope you keep a random housewife company and are remembered of a young girl you kept company in college after your DJ set. I hope you remember how you did everything to get her information before her boyfriend came back, and succeeded.
Someday, when you are at Columbus Circle, I hope you end up waiting for a cab on the Northwest corner, and are reminded of waiting for a first date in that very same spot.
Someday, when something random reminds you of someone you spent one dear winter with, I hope you track that girl down and tell her. I hope your love for her is reignited, and that you tell her you have always loved her.
Someday, I hope you find me.