For both our sakes.
@FormalPsycho I won't always be cheerful and purple so sometimes I'll be pink-ish. Or as Blanche from the Golden Girls put it Magenta.
Honestly, I'm not sure how to correctly prove my existence. I get the feeling you'd know.
The last song I asked about was The Nightfly by Donald Fagen, before you aged up that is. You once played me Sirius on your Walkman (at least I assume that's what it was based on the sound), because I spoke about it. Talking about a specific dream is the way I found out you actually did love a certain person, even though you had denied it before. (Also, sorry for bringing it up, but it's one of the easiest ways to show it.)
I found the message again, I'm sorry I took so long to respond. I am here now, I remember very little of those days, my memory has started to deteriorate in a strange way. To hear your memories brought me joy, I'm usually not one to be mushy, but I'm happy you remembered me, even if I can't say the same. Perhaps we may reconnect?