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Jun 11, 2007 03:07

I miss Megan. It's an old story told in likewise fashion, but sometimes that's ok.

I miss just lying on a bed all day and doing nothing but talking and laughing. Or dancing. I mostly miss the laughing. It's not that I don't laugh with anyone else; it's that I miss her laugh. It's that bond you get from stealing someone's Barbie when you were 6, and hating each other for short amounts of time, and then finally growing up to grow into a friendship. It's watching a moth turn into a butterfly, and telling the end of the story to the eency weency spider. It's a loud obtrusive laugh that shoots you in the heart and sends smiles to your brain, the quiet giggle, and the fire that could only be Megan. Her fire will melt your heart while she dances circles around you until you're dizzy.

I love loving people, but sometimes it hurts like hell.

I haven't gone this long without seeing her since I was 14. Eight months is a long time. They say you never know what you had until it's gone. I think they're foolish. If you don't know what you have you're just not paying attention. So I guess all I can do is focus on the here and now. I do try. I guess I just needed a faucet for the heartache.

Today was actually a really great day. It was the first swim of the summer. And let me tell you something, Mark is never an octopus, and Caitlin is never getting inked by one. ...but she's a fairly convincing dolphin.
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