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Oct. 29th, 2002 06:01 pmSometimes, I really miss some of my old friends.
Sometimes, they're not even that old.
And sometimes, I know in my heart of hearts that I shouldn't reach out to them, because ... well, just because.
One of the hardest things to learn, over and over, is when to leave well enough alone, you know? But then an old photo, a ticket stub, a borrowed book, and it all comes rushing back, and I think, "maybe?" and the pragmatic part of me pulls me back gently, and says, in a quiet sort of reasonable tone, "It's cool. It's alright. It's cool."
It's not, really. But it's alright.
Sometimes, they're not even that old.
And sometimes, I know in my heart of hearts that I shouldn't reach out to them, because ... well, just because.
One of the hardest things to learn, over and over, is when to leave well enough alone, you know? But then an old photo, a ticket stub, a borrowed book, and it all comes rushing back, and I think, "maybe?" and the pragmatic part of me pulls me back gently, and says, in a quiet sort of reasonable tone, "It's cool. It's alright. It's cool."
It's not, really. But it's alright.
