written on 19 May
at 2126 hrs

*you're the only face i recognize. it's so damn sweet of you to look me in the eyes.* -splender

And then one of these days I'll run into one of them again. A different set of high school memories. And I won't have so much to say.

"Yeah, I remember."

"I've often thought about you."

"No, it's okay."

"I've missed you."

And for the two of them...

"I wish we wouldn't have left it at that. I wish we wouldn't have left."

"I hope you're as happy as I am."

"I should have said it."

"I know you knew anyway."

"God, I miss you."

"Still."

And when it's over, when we're done, I'll walk away again. And he'll walk away again. And I'll be sad. Again.

And I'll break out the yearbooks, just to see his handwriting. Just to remember Spanish or English class. Just to remember racing down 17th Avenue Parkway. Just to remember him. And him.

And I'll remember.

Until next time.