Saturday, November 26, 2005
There is a point you reach with people when you know for certain that you can no longer be (just) friends; the crystallization of all the things that have transpired into a perfectly clear moment of realization, just like copper sulphate on a petridish.
At 12, it was the last phone conversation we had, arguing about balloons.
At 18, it was when lips met and later, when you ran to catch your bus and all I could think about was runnning from you.
At 19, it was realizing that even after a summer to heal, I still couldn't bring myself to hug you hello again.
At 20, it was you looking down at me in the evening glow of my room, your fingers all tangled up in my own.
And so it is, throw yourself into something new;
for surely the novelty won't kill you, it is the reaction that could.
sherry @ 11:02:00 pm
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