saturday & sangrias with an old friend

a breeze blew by my weekend and created a little storm:
i went from a learned indifference to falling inlove with him all over again.

i forgot that i could laugh like that over stupid things like that in a way only we would know. and i loved him for reminding me of this at noon and i hated him for the same reason at 4 in the morning.

some can hail us both for our ability to be good friends after it all and there is no doubt that i absolutely enjoy his company and his friendship and i am grateful for it. but in the moments between the laughter and knowing smiles, there is still that deep reminder that our friendship was only created out of our failure to love each other in the way we had originally intended. despite all the time and all the healing, there are moments where i look at us and i remember that at some point in our lives we had let each other down in a big way.

being with him yesterday, i missed what we had. i missed us.