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.
posted by beneathwing @ 8:56 PM
5 Comments:
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.
I like it, too. :)
And it goes along with the baseball bat stories we were just talking about, Brian!
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.
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...
wow that is really surprising...or is...yes it is.
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