hypocritepoet

They mean different things. But they always make us remember. I will always remember.

I don't know what it is about them that is so etched in me that I recall over and over again moments we spent together.

I'm sure they'll fade. All things do. But the big events keep reliving. Driving to see them both will live on and on. I'll relive the visit. The hugs, the smells. The laughter in our voices. The wonder and awkwardness of it all.

And the beach was pretty damned great too.

I want the memories to be of good longtime friends, not someone who tried to undermine lives.