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Have you ever been in a haunted house?

...or been to the site of your first date after a divorce? That permiation like smoke in a room - so defining as it lingers. That is every place in this town to me because of the people I knew. I cannot walk certain streets because I am haunted by the memory of John and Pam walking with me when Michael died. I cannot see certain buildings without remebering my dearest friends sitting outside them in the dead of night crying. There is no part of this place that isn't touched by their kindness, which was always naked and very near their brutality.

Yet every long night, every shared laugh is so close to me - barefoot in the night screaming with tears of lamnetation for the rememberance of glory. Young, honest, scratching so hard at our cages because we are bigger than these quaint vessels. We were bigger than life.

I need to feel that my mourning was not in vain. Because I know that the love I felt for these people was more real that anything in my life. When I took them in, fed them, stayed up all night with them because they were sad, stood up to their parents, and when I knew that my life was better because of them. When they did these things for me.

This isn't about me. It isn't about feeling better or wanting attention. It's about knowing that it wasn't fashion. That if you were sincere about loving someone, it never goes away no matter how angry you get. It is important that I know if I was the only one who mourned. Even if knowing is at my own expense. Because it doesn't matter if we ever do anything ever again. What matters is how much it mattered then. That was real, and like it or not, it is the basis for the friendships we make for the rest of our lives.

No matter what we think of each other. We owe each other that.

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mi6300m
Jan. 13th, 2006 03:34 am (UTC)
You think that...
maybe just maybe this is one reason why i'm so afraid to come back to columbus? Memories that i've finally learned to kill off will only come back to hurt me.
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lolasenvy
Jan. 27th, 2006 04:50 pm (UTC)
Fair...
My feelings exactly. Thank you.

and Dane Cook Fucking Rules.
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lolasenvy
Jan. 27th, 2006 08:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Fair...
It took off like a rocket and exploded, raining down little fingers on me.

Hey, Optimus Prime, quit hitting your sister!
...and Sheera, you share!

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