thats me in the tie
i don't think i wore shorts a single time that summer. i thought i was so mature. i thought i knew so much. that picture was taken three years ago. i thought i was in love with the girl who took it. she was upfront about the relationship. "casual, exclusive, but nothing serious". but my emotions paid no attentions to the adjectives she used. i thought i was in love (i was... but she didn't want to hear it... so she made me doubt myself.)
i realize i right about this girl alot. she was my muse for a little while. i guess because she was a writer, a painter, a photographer, she was left handed and she played guitar. she was cool.
i thought i could never be happier... but i am... i havent seen that girl in along time. i rarely see her. when i do, its strangely as if no time has past... as if nothing has changed. we occasionally reference the two months we were dating, but our conversations mostly reference our ever-evolving taste in music.
i think about her alot.
and how i'm happier with out her.