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Sunday, September 18, 2005

Harvest Moon

And when we meet
as I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will it be there still?

PGA today. "One picture," he says. I hope I got it right. Two years. Man. But it was so good to see them.

Valeria was trying to take a picture. Tuan and Patty blinked.

Val: Stop blinking! You Asians just can't keep your eyes open.

We went on a couple of rides, but spent most of the time hanging around doing nothing. Remembering. Minh hasn't changed. It was like eighth grade all over again. There's something special about having friends who can always make you laugh. Because they will always be the same two idiots who left you.

Saying goodbye, I think, was the most difficult part. Of course...

Minh: It's okay, it's just another two years.

It wasn't until we were really leaving, though, and people started to get teary-eyed, that it really hit me--just how much I've missed hanging out with those two. All of a sudden the day was more than just a day. Time is never on our side.

Doesn't that just kill you?

I don't know. I guess--throughout the day, the only thing I thought was, "it's good to see them again." I wasn't thinking, "this is the last time I'm going to see them in a really long time," and I never thought about how much I missed them, until we were leaving and I saw that it hurt. They're irreplacable. Nobody acts stupid the way Minh does, and nobody squats down the way he does. Nobody shrugs like Tuan or smiles like him.

Nobody remembers the way we do.

oY 89: 2 years crammed up in like 6 hours

oY 89: and we hardly talk to
oY 89: fuck great america
oY 89: should have met at forest park

I know that goodbye
means nothing at all
Comes back and makes me
catch her every time she
falls...