the lack there of...
For some reason (I can’t really remember what it is at this point) I was going through some of my old boxes this evening and looked at old notes and pictures and random things that sparked memories of long ago… a lock broken off a trunk for a play in which I kissed Riley Bowen, Programs from almost every play I have been in or seen, the first “bead animal” I ever made, the ticket to the FOB show I never went to…
But in looking through those, I stumbled across some notes from someone that I called my best friend for about three years… And I realize that that girl was one of the best things that ever happened to me. She was lovely and creative and we shared so much with interests and ideas… I miss her a lot and I realize I should have fought a lot harder to keep her. I don’t have many regrets these days… but that comes to one of them. I’m sorry I didn’t take the time to tell her the truth or to explain or to apologize... I’m so sorry that I gave up her friendship so easily…
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