Snapshots

a string to connect pieces of my life

Monday, May 22, 2006

think of a few friends

There was nothing special about that sunny afternoon. I was sitting by the field, watching my friends playing basketball and holding clothes for the guy I had a crush on.

It is just that the happiness was so pure, and we were young and naive.

Long after we separated, I started to realize how I miss them and all those days. And how they had spoiled me.

5 Comments:

At 11:07 PM, Blogger Elbow said...

wow...I would not have expected this post after today. I like the way you wrote it. It is just vague enough to let the mind wonder to my own experiences with naive, young love.

 
At 9:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like it, too. :)

And it goes along with the baseball bat stories we were just talking about, Brian!

 
At 3:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

That sounds a lot like a lyric to a song I never knew. It's sorta sad but not really. Just a little dusty and gray, like a photograph or a good time that's old enough to have lost its color.

 
At 10:36 PM, Blogger beneathwing said...

It's a pleasant surprise that one of the friends wrote me an email one day after the post. Considering that we have been out of touch for 7 months...

 
At 6:03 PM, Blogger Elbow said...

wow that is really surprising...or is...yes it is.

 

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