thepromdate

every time i hear "new slang" i'm brought back to some magical time. a week far away from here. where we hung out, fought bugs, had fresh orange juice and toast with cheese (also known as grilled cheese). where two friends began their life as one. i felt loved and accepted the minute i stepped off the plane. we had secret plans to hi-jack the little train. it was the last time we'd all be together. it was the first time i'd ever met him. it was the last time i ever saw him. maybe that's it. maybe in exchange for that week we were given months of hardship and crap. i can't say i knew him well. but it dawned on me when a friend said "we just expected him to be there for everything" and that was it. he was part of the family, a part of them coming out here. if he came, then maybe they'd come to visit. maybe not. who knows.

so that's it. i've decided on going back. maybe i can drag my friend with me. and we can pretend like it's the good old days, when love and happiness seemed to be over flowing. and i really don't know why i'm thinking about this shit now. i blame it on myself for equating music with memories and homemade dvds.