Sometimes, right before I fall asleep, I go through a mental list of people that I know (mostly from high school) and... I remember them. Like, I stop for a second, picture their faces, and try to remember what they were like. It's going to sound strange, but I do it because I have this weird theory that if people stop being remembered, they won't exist anymore. I mean, their bodies may be walking around on this earth, but do they exist? That probably sounds weird.
Most of the time, I try to remember the quiet kids who kept to themselves.
... But last night, in the midst of my euphoric, sleepy state, I thought about you.
We don't talk anymore and we haven't seen each other for years, now. It's okay, though. We've both moved on and you seem really happy with her. I can honestly say that I'm so glad. I've always thought that she was so beautiful and intelligent. You are both perfect for each other.
Yeah, sometimes I do forget that there was a you (I'm pretty sure that's a good thing because the last thing anyone needs is an ex-lover moping around over the memory of you). If I could talk to you, now, I'd probably ask you if you knew that you almost had my heart. You could have saved me from the douchebag that came along after you, but what happens happens and obviously, we weren't meant to be anything but strangers, now. Things didn't end so well between us, but when I think you, I don't really remember the shit that went down. The only thing that sticks in my memory is your smile. You had the best smile. It was the perfect illustration to your sentences and was the first thing that drew me towards you.
I think that we would have made good friends, but that ship has pretty much sailed, too.
Anyway, you're a sweet guy and made my sophomore year by filling it with eight-hour phone sessions, television movies, laughs, letters, and candy (you know that I love both). Have a fantastic life (I know that you are).
