First, he's not really a loved one in the common sense. The fact that I miss him shows my common sense in that area is somewhat impaired.
He was in my first grade class. We were friends until he moved away...to Germany. There is more to the story, and still not very much. We sort reconnected last year, but it's dropped off again. I wanted 'more from the relationship' than made sense I guess. I don't know what it was. If I could it explain it...I could let it go. I just miss him, and hope blindly, every day, that I'll get a chance to see him again.
I watched with a bunch of people from my church. They were all Giants fans...or anti-Patriots, except for me and two other girls. It was odd since we live in NE. None of the three of us were die-hards but it was sad that they lost.
Some girls were virtually yelling in very graphic detail the goings-on of their sexual lives. *gags* Normally, it's pretty normal. I did get hit on by some Russian guy. But that was nothing to the girls.
Working in Cirillo Summer Theater. Actually I was volunteering to sweat to death painting sets for their Fiddler on the Roof production. It was a very nice play, though. I learned a lot being on crew. I loved most of it.
Life. It can strike at any moment, looking at a material and seeing the finished project in my head, just knowing what it should be, like knowing when you've found a really special person. Others may not see it, but you do, that's important.
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