Seeing high school friends always reminds me of you. Maybe the Christmas get-togethers, specifically. Remember that one year when we were just awkwardly, unofficially together? I didn’t make it to the party but they took a picture of you sitting next to an empty chair, staring off into somewhere far away. They posted that picture on MySpace, and for a few days they all laughed and joked around at how emo you were, just because I wasn’t there.
To be honest, that made me happy.
That year that we were so unquestionably official was all about the little things. The swift kisses on the cheek when no one was looking, the hands laced together hidden under throwpillows or under the table on your lap, and the embraces from behind at moments least expected. That impressed, proud, “that’s-my-girl” look that you would give me when I’d bicker with the guys about basketball, because damn it Manu Ginobili is amazing, even though he may be losing his hair.
(I should probably stop here.)
I know this happened so many years ago, but I can’t help but remember everytime we’re all together.
You weren’t even there tonight, though. I guess that’s how much things have changed.
Still, I wanna thank you for the little things. You and I ended up being the most painful thing I’ve ever had to go through, but nonetheless I’m glad we happened.
