Don't you hate it when old friends aren't friends anymore, and you really don't know why? How come the memories you share of growing up together aren't enough to make whatever problem there is between you fade away?
Whenever it rains that warm kind of rain that makes you want to go outside, I remember being sixteen and playing basketball in the rain with my sister, my friend, and of course, a bunch of hot guys. I remember the intoxicating freedom of going places in her car even though she didn't have a license. Dancing at the Red Caboose, listening to Neil Young at the Cortland Street Fair.....the tight jeans we passed around and had to use pliers to zip!
Today, it's snowing and not raining, so why am I thinking about this? I guess because everyone needs the "I've seen you with braces and bell-bottoms" friend...and I miss her. I miss knowing the kind of friend she'd be as an adult....since somewhere in college and in our twenties it faded away.
Old friend, if you read this....
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