Today (Friday) I mowed the grass some, played Super Metroid, and read one of my favorite parts of Les Miserables, The Conjunction of Two Stars. I love it. That’s the way I want to meet the girl I’m destined to marry.
It reminds me of when I saw the girl who sings in the choir at Union Pines High School. For over a year I’ve only seen her three times. I have no idea who she is but she still means a lot to me.
Work went okay tonight. Keesha and Kevin are seeing each other and they’re trying to keep it from Marcus. I believe I told you that already, never mind.
One more Friday here, then…
Tenielle says the saddest day of her life is going to be the day I leave.
But there’s nothing to be done about it now.
Build up the tears.
Nine more days.
I’m really tired. I’ve been playing Super Metroid. About two hours ago we got back from church, but church got out at 9:00 p.m. Jonathan and Adrian (Marcus’s little brother) were with us. I dropped them off at McDonald’s. There is this little black girl that Kevin is talking to there. Her name is Sonya. Marcus and I left.
For some odd reason I wanted to go to Christi’s to see if I could settle things. This is the odd reason: while singing in church I thought of Christi. I only have 30 days left. And I cannot leave knowing there are stories here that were not finished.
Tenielle gave me a letter tonight. It said she went to see The Lion King again and she cried because she thought of me. Everything is fine with all of them, but I miss my old friends. So, I decided to see one, but Christi wasn’t home.
So, instead Marcus and I went to see Ryan. Amy was away visiting a relative. Ryan was fine. She looked pretty. The three of us talked about different stuff. And you know what…she was the Ryan I once knew. She was the Ryan I still know. She did not act strange. She was simply Ryan, the girl my mind once thought of constantly.
But that was long ago.
Looking into her green eyes tonight brought back so many memories. She is still Ryan. And when we were leaving, she hugged me. I didn’t reach out to hug her, but she reached out to hug me.
That is only the third for fourth time we have hugged. Yet I hug Jenna and Tenielle so much that I lost count a long time ago.
Our relationships are different.
Each is different.
And those days, long ago, can be brought back with great ease.
Because friends are friends forever.