I've reached a point in my life where I can remember certain times in my past and romanticize the moments. And I don't mean "romantic"; I mean so much time has passed that the bad times that accompanied those bygone days don't seem to matter much anymore.
For example, the last two years of high school were emotionally brutal. Someone I loved - my dearest friend - pretty much turned his back on me in an effort to seek out a more mundane existence which I assume he felt would be better than being my friend (I cannot be certain of this, however, because he's never explained his motives.) I can not begin to convey the emotional damage this boy caused me. Those years were awful when I was living them. However, now, almost two decades later, that period of time seems longingly simplistic and I sort of covet it.
The day I graduated from hign school - June 3, 1990 - I stayed up all night at my parents house with my best friend, Diane. We watched a bunch of movies, including Say Anything. I loved "Lloyd Dobbler". He seduced me with his boombox. See, that movie would never work now. Lloyd wouldn't own a boombox in 2007; he'd have an iPod. I'm sorry, but no boy would have gotten into my 18-year-old pants by holding an iPod over his head outside my bedroom.
There is something to be said about the old days...even if it's just a really good song on a boombox.
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I gave her my heart ... and she gave me a pen.
Do I know this certain someone? Is it who I am thinking of? Hmm.... intriguing.
toni, you've figured me out. yes, it's true, mr. waterman broke my heart all those years ago. you remember how bad those days were...and then you left me here and moved!!!!
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