Cold

A ripple for every moment

Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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Last night, as I walked into caribou, I saw some people from highschool. I was talking to my good friend, Chris, on the phone while I stumbled around between the double doors. When I was done on the phone I walked in convincing myself I would not get coffee. I did a good job because I didn't get any.

As I threw scarce glances in their direction, I recognized at least two of them. One, Nicole, was a girl who I'm not particularly fond of. She is the sister of one of my friends, Mike. She sent me a rather mean email asking me to remove herself from my "mailing list." That was the last time I ever talked to her. The other one was a girl named Ashley. I really didn't know her much at all. The other two I didn't get a very good look at. The one next to the wall, looked younger than the rest but familiar. As I got my drink I took one last look... and I lost my breath. The person on the end appeared to be Emily. My look was more of a quick glimpse if anything. My eyes did not put it together but my brain did. The girl sitting next to the wall was probably her little sister Allison. Nicole and Ashley were good friends of Emily back in the day and as far as I kenw, still had ties. So what did I do? I went to the exact opposite side of Caribou and sat down. lol.

Memories gushed through my head, and revelations floated up in my brain. That caused the most anxiety I think I've had in weeks. I pretended to study but too much was going on upstairs. To think, my one and only girlfriend was sitting right over there on the other side of what seemed like an infinite room, and I couldn't even get up and say, "Hi."

I guess that is how it is. The people who say "goodbye" are the ones that have the hardest time saying "hi." Probably because they don't want to foster some old spark, they don't want to create an awkward situation, or probably just don't want to tick that other person off. Inbetween all my goodbyes (very few) and all my "hey, how you doings", I found that I was really only connected to one person. One where it was all there, but for some unseen reason at the time, it fell apart.

Funny where the road takes us or where it decides to leave us. I just hope her med school interview went well. I never forget an old friend.

That's it for now. I have things to read and coffee to drink. :) Gutennacht.

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