i reminisce for a spell, or shall i say think back...

...i reminisce so you never forget this

the days of way back, so many bear witness the fitness

take the first letter out of each word in this joint

listen close as i prove my point

t to the r-uh-o-y, how did you and i meet?

-pete rock and cl smooth, t.r.o.y.-



i had this friend i hung out with every day. we met up on the diag after our classes (or rather, her classes, since i generally didn't go to class). she smoked. i flicked her butts. but i didn't smoke because i wasn't a smoker. we drank coffee and talked about a million and one different things. i held her hand as moral support when she got her tongue pierced. and now. i can't recall anything we talked about. even remotely. and this wasn't so long ago. it's sad really.



this other friend, i painted glow in the dark shapes on her black, steel toed, doc marten boots. a half moon on one boot. three stars on the other. four years later, the moon and the stars were still there. we hugged whenever we saw each other on campus and passed along our phone numbers as a yearly ritual. but we never once got together to talk. and now, our friendship has waned and i don't know what she does. or where she is. or what we used to talk about. or anything. but she gave me ani.



last one among many faded friendships. i used to watch her smoke as we walked out after ccf meetings. (i wasn't a smoker. so i declined.) she gave me the key to her apartment so i could get away from my stinky ass roommate (freshman year. not the stinky ones from sophmore through senior year). she had a cat that i played with and a kitchen i used to cook in. i still have that key but i thought i lost her. and then i went to her wedding in december. and it was special. and i guess it helps to validate that impressions were made. on people past, present and future. on me and on them. is this how things will always be? i hope not. i guess there's a reason why things that come and go are called re-grets.