Let's go running.

I want to run. Like we used to, remember? When we didnt care if we are the only people running outside in January. When I couldn't stop laughing, because you were making me. You would tell me that Burger King has the best Cinnamon rolls. Or we would discuss Harry Potter at length. You told me you hated running with passion and only ran because of me. Me too. I hate it also. I was only running because you were. Then we went to that little diner. You drove. You wouldn't ride with me after that time we went to Qdoba and I almost killed us. You ordered hashbrowns and I had a fruit salad. And we talked. You asked me who I liked. I told you. And I asked you not to tell him. And I knew you never would. I miss you. Let's go running.