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Apr. 3rd, 2003 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geminigirlThere's this magnet on my fridge (if you're ever looking for little things to make me happy, fridge magnets are a good choice...I love them. And frogs, and little cute furry mice and stuff.)that says "We do not remember days, we remember moments..."
I think about that sometimes. I don't know if I can remember a whole 24 hour cycle...but I remember lots of pieces. Bits and pieces of wonderful moments...like Landon "kidnapping" me, in the middle of finals, driving into Georgetown, walking accross the Key bridge, spitting off the edge, eating breakfast and giggling and making out. I knew then that I loved him...and that he loved me. I think I also knew then that it wasn't going to work...but it was a beautiful thing and we did share something wonderful. I wish we hadn't lost touch.
I remember moments when I knew how turned on I was by this girl, or that one, and consciously surpressing that thought. I remember Kristy in her Dad's brown cordoroys and blue bikini panties. I remember the shirt she was wearing the day I met her. I remember sneaking out and stealing her Dad's car...and I remember each and every time she ran away.
I remember the first night after I cracked up that I felt good enough to go out by myself, at night, and how I needed to walk for hours and hours, and walked and walked and talked and walked, and walked and watched the sunrise over the Tidal Basin, thinking about the dead fish. And how I realized something about being in control of my own situation.
Good, bad, painful, beautiful. Moments.
It's moments, not whole days...moments I have to appreciate them. And there are a lot of them that I do appreciate. Not just good ones either.
It's this weather...
Spring means forsythia, and dafodils. When the yellow comes out, I feel spring. I haven't seen much forsythia down here, and it makes me sad.
I think about that sometimes. I don't know if I can remember a whole 24 hour cycle...but I remember lots of pieces. Bits and pieces of wonderful moments...like Landon "kidnapping" me, in the middle of finals, driving into Georgetown, walking accross the Key bridge, spitting off the edge, eating breakfast and giggling and making out. I knew then that I loved him...and that he loved me. I think I also knew then that it wasn't going to work...but it was a beautiful thing and we did share something wonderful. I wish we hadn't lost touch.
I remember moments when I knew how turned on I was by this girl, or that one, and consciously surpressing that thought. I remember Kristy in her Dad's brown cordoroys and blue bikini panties. I remember the shirt she was wearing the day I met her. I remember sneaking out and stealing her Dad's car...and I remember each and every time she ran away.
I remember the first night after I cracked up that I felt good enough to go out by myself, at night, and how I needed to walk for hours and hours, and walked and walked and talked and walked, and walked and watched the sunrise over the Tidal Basin, thinking about the dead fish. And how I realized something about being in control of my own situation.
Good, bad, painful, beautiful. Moments.
It's moments, not whole days...moments I have to appreciate them. And there are a lot of them that I do appreciate. Not just good ones either.
It's this weather...
Spring means forsythia, and dafodils. When the yellow comes out, I feel spring. I haven't seen much forsythia down here, and it makes me sad.
