so this is what i have so far
You wouldn't believe who I ran into today. I was walking down Broadway and I ran smack into Steve Fischer. I hadn't seen Steve since my senior year in high school and I was astonished. Feeling guilty that we had lost touch I asked him if he wanted to get some coffee. We walked into Java's and started talking. It turned out he went to Michigan after all and was of course studying for his doctorate in music. Steve had been the finest musician I knew being able to play like a professional at 15. He was in Manhattan for spring break visiting some old friends. We talked for at least two hours about nothing, the polit chit chat that is customary for two long lost friends. He asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him tonight and of course I said yes. I went back to my dorm for the rest of the afternoon and I couldn't concentrate on anything. There was something about today's meeting that was filling my brain with countless recollections of times past. Some of which I purposely threw out of my head and others that brought a smile to my face. Before I knew it the time had passed and it was time to meet steve. Frantically deciding what to wear I threw on a Led Zepplin shirt, jeans and my favorite pair of converse. I slicked my hair back into a tight pony tail and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. At that moment I didn't see the 30 year old I am but rather the 15 year old that still haunts my every day life. I met steve outside my dorm and he was dressed exactly as I remember him. He wore a Pantera shirt, cargo pants and converse. But I must say he was different. He had lost a lot of weight was much taller and had his very long hair cut to a respectable length. I was attracted to him in a young school girl kind of way, and for once in my life I felt nervous around a guy. He gave me the biggest hug and said in a soft voice, "Jenny, I've missed you". We walked to a street cafe and ate very greasy hamburgers, but it felt good to let go of my fantasies of being a health food nut. The first few minutes were awkward and nothing was said. Steve and I stared at each other and it seemed as if our eyes told the story, words were not necessary. Then out of no where Steve said, "Jenn what exactly did happen? I mean all I can remember is that one day we were inseparable, the next we hardly spoke, and soon after that I never heard from you." I sat there stunned by the question and I tried to remember but I could just think of the general picture. I told him that i would have to think about it and get back to him. He graciously accepted my reply and the evening continued splendidly. I invited him to stay the night knowing that we would never go to sleep. He opened my closet door to be attacked by a sea of polo shirts. He pulled one out and said, "This is not my Jenny". I laughed and told him that it had been a long time since I had worn my band shirts and I had grown out of that phase. Even so, it seemed appropriate for tonight. Time passed and our conversation never stopped. We cuddled on my bed for hours and I felt so safe. The warm embraces were so comforting and it was obvious he didn't care about my changes and flaws. I rolled over on my bed to look at him right in the eyes and I asked, "So did you ever get that first kiss?" He laughed and said yes. And with his answer my eyes flooded with tears. He wiped the tears from my eyes and said, " Aww Jenny, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" I said, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I always wanted to be your first kiss. I wanted to be the person you thought about every time those stupid first kiss questions arose." The tears ran down my cheeks and he leaned in for the perfect kiss. A kiss you only see in the movies. Tasting the salt from my tears, I realized that Steve never forgot about me. Afer our little story book moment he held me so close and so tenderly that I fell asleep. I woke up and looked at the clock it was 9:23, and I laughed and told Steve to look at the clock. When we were younger we had an inside joke that the number 923, 23, or 32 haunted our lives.