A Bad Day

Jul 25, 2005 17:51

I remember you.

It was a long time ago now, half my life almost, but I haven't forgotten. So shy; you had a friend pass me a note. "Hi Greg, since I'm a nice girl, would you like to go out with me sometime?" Something like that, anyway; I don't remember exactly now. Fifteen years will do that.

I remember the first part, anyway, and it was true. You were a nice girl. You probably still are.

I never did see that movie with you. But I didn't forget you.

I remembered you today. I hope I did you a favour, even though you'll probably never know about it.

I don't know what else to say.
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