It is what it is.

I hate that moment in time when you start to miss someone almost instantly. Something happens, a song comes on the radio and your brain works into overdrive. I've lost a lot of people in life. I try not to let little things in life bother me, but then the song comes on o some kind of smell is in the air. Then you think of that time, the place, the setting. The reminder of old buildings, raddy hotels, his perfectly styled black hair. The fact that he looked like Billy Warlock only much more handsome. His deep voice, handsome polo, tanned skin with a body underneath that shirt that one could only find in a magazine. Mostly, the fact that we had so much in common we did not know if conversation would ever end. Then you miss the opportunity to have gotten to know eachother. As silly as it sounds, I certainly felt something. My brain does play mean tricks on me, often in fact. But now in college enrollments and more assigned clients and tasks at work. Every once and a while, I have to stop and recollect that moment in time and wonder why we grew apart. When there was..so much potential to grow together. I had a dream about him last night, woke up and realized there was still no communication between him. It kinda hurts still. I never could tell you why it hurts so much, but it is what it is.