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she was memorable

I understood that you liked girls in the same way you liked guys so I never judged you for the way you looked at my chest. Because I knew that is part of the girl you were. And I accepted you that way. Trust me, we wouldn’t have gotten along so well as friends if I didn’t understand you. I hope you understand me too and maybe you’re still like that now, but I guess I won’t ever find out now beyond some Facebook updates. I should have tried to figure this out back then. Not that we hate each other now or anything. We’re just far away and have too much time in between us and the last time we saw each other. I won’t forget you. You taught me one important fact and it’s still true to this day though I don’t like telling a lot of people for fear of coming across conceited. I’m not even sure where this fear is coming from, like I really have a lot of things to make me conceited. There are so many much more talented people out there than me. I am but a leaf of grass, like Walt Whitman would say. It’s safe to say I never forget anyone who teaches me a lesson.

But now that I think of it, we had a lot in common. I suppose there was some mutual understanding, but people can change. I suppose you’ve changed. I can sense it from your Facebook updates. You are more calm, more centered, and most of all, more into animals and crafts. You took on a practical job to make a living instead of living a make. I’m over here living a make and wondering if I made the right path choices. I’m happy, but every now and then I think of the way you used to look at my chest and I remember what you said to me that made going to the same school leading to different futures make sense.

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