A friend I met in junior high (It feels like no time has passed at all whatsoever.) came up for the day. We went for pizza at Tony's restaurant and he cooked for us. Afterwards she confessed that she's now a part-time boxer and no longer eats pizza, except on vacation.
We started 8 0r 9 conversations that never finished as one would ask the other about some detail and we'd get into another topic altogether. She's amazing and I used to be really jealous for some reason I can't place now (Maybe it's that she had traveled the world --more than me, and is utterly fearless.). I don't feel that way anymore and I like who she's created herself to be. I'm touched that she called. Nineteen years later. . . we still sound a lot alike when we talk.
We started 8 0r 9 conversations that never finished as one would ask the other about some detail and we'd get into another topic altogether. She's amazing and I used to be really jealous for some reason I can't place now (Maybe it's that she had traveled the world --more than me, and is utterly fearless.). I don't feel that way anymore and I like who she's created herself to be. I'm touched that she called. Nineteen years later. . . we still sound a lot alike when we talk.
Today I live the life I wished for then.
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Nice shirt!
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