To Lindsay:
It's strange how, despite spending several hours per day with someone, for two years of your life, all your memories of them start getting hazy when you discover they're no longer the person they used to be.
You were abrupt, motherly, classy, prudish. You had a kind word at all times, followed by a harsher warning if need be. Food fights were immature, and test marks were something to lie awake at night over.
You made logical decisions and bizarre mood shifts, your writings were superb and your sketches left me in awe.
But more importantly, you were the center of all the rumors when it came to Stuart, Jordan, John. You fought with Krysta and several others who I held respect for. And from all this, I came to regard you as a distant acquaintance, despite the amount of time we were together. There were so many lies and half-truths, and things better left unsaid about your life, that I simply stopped being curious.
Come to think of it, the most time I ever spent with you outside of a group, is the night we watched Metropolis - and the conversation wasn't exactly flying then.
Then you vanished from school, and this was really the last I knew. You were moving to live with your Aunt - no, to Edmonton - no, to live with Stu - in Australia - were going to elope with him - to make John jealous - your mother was kicking you out.
Eventually, I stopped paying attention the the rumors, and you drifted out of our day-to-day lives.
And here we are today, with me discovering that you live a short drive away, completely different than the person I used to know. It's hard to have a conversation with someone whom you can only assume details about, and moreso to get to know someone all over again.
And it's truly difficult to get to know someone who you never understood in the first place.
Ah, well. We all need to start somewhere.
Lindsay, you have a wicked sense of humor and, as before, a bitchy-boundary than I'd rather not cross, ever. I can only hope that I get to spend more time with you in the future. You've finally managed to become your own person - and damn she's cool.
You were abrupt, motherly, classy, prudish. You had a kind word at all times, followed by a harsher warning if need be. Food fights were immature, and test marks were something to lie awake at night over.
You made logical decisions and bizarre mood shifts, your writings were superb and your sketches left me in awe.
But more importantly, you were the center of all the rumors when it came to Stuart, Jordan, John. You fought with Krysta and several others who I held respect for. And from all this, I came to regard you as a distant acquaintance, despite the amount of time we were together. There were so many lies and half-truths, and things better left unsaid about your life, that I simply stopped being curious.
Come to think of it, the most time I ever spent with you outside of a group, is the night we watched Metropolis - and the conversation wasn't exactly flying then.
Then you vanished from school, and this was really the last I knew. You were moving to live with your Aunt - no, to Edmonton - no, to live with Stu - in Australia - were going to elope with him - to make John jealous - your mother was kicking you out.
Eventually, I stopped paying attention the the rumors, and you drifted out of our day-to-day lives.
And here we are today, with me discovering that you live a short drive away, completely different than the person I used to know. It's hard to have a conversation with someone whom you can only assume details about, and moreso to get to know someone all over again.
And it's truly difficult to get to know someone who you never understood in the first place.
Ah, well. We all need to start somewhere.
Lindsay, you have a wicked sense of humor and, as before, a bitchy-boundary than I'd rather not cross, ever. I can only hope that I get to spend more time with you in the future. You've finally managed to become your own person - and damn she's cool.