But that’s not really what this one is about, similar, but again not. For you see, in college I had a couple very close friends, both named Jessica. But since they also hung out with another girl named Jessica neither of them were Jessica, they were Jesse and Jess. Now, not to confuse anyone, they went by these names long before they met Jessica #3, but it just worked out very well that way. Back to the story; there’s a part of me, and perhaps in others too, since I’ve seen this happen with other folks, that falls in love. It’s unexplainable, it rarely tends to happen at opportune moments, it’s very hard to direct, or predict where it’s going to hit next. Oh, and then you have to deal with it when it happens, that what separates the poets from the novelists.

Somewhere along the way I started to feel funny around Jessica #2 (here on out referred to as Jess, how I referred to her, now we’re on the same page). So, I thought about it, and started thinking about all those things you think about when you’re 20-something and start feeling funny about someone like I was feeling funny about with Jess. And just to clarify, this isn’t the funny where you look out of the corner of your eye expecting them to be doing something that violates national security, this is the funny where you try to make the good jokes, and be cool so that even though you were friends before, you don’t want them to suddenly not want to be friends anymore… maybe that’s just my reaction, but it fits and I think you can figure out what I mean.

So months went by and we got closer and closer, spent lots of time together, and somewhere along the line, I got her a small book of Shakespeare for her… and it was right around that time that I realized that I did love her, wasn’t that passion fueled desire love, but that other one where you know that your life is just better because they are in your life and that you will probably never forget them, no matter how long, or how far away they are.

So yeah, an episode of a Disney Teen Sitcom brought up memories of one of my best friends and how even though I miss her terribly, have her with me anytime I need her. In a way, at least, and that’s comforting. We lose folks, either lose touch, or more permanently, but we have this facility of memory that keeps their words, actions, and all those shared experiences somewhere for a while. So I guess what I have to say is, not all memories are good, but not all are bad either, so make them while you can, remember them while you are able. For one day, if we did something maybe even a little right, we’ll be in one of those good memories and will make someone smile.

K.

P.S. So Jess, I’ve been thinking about you again. Smiling.

The best part about living is that you never know what is going to happen. Now by *best* I mean it has the ups and downs of uncertainty, the movement from baseline is greatest, we can have times we never could foresee. I’ve never planned the most enjoyable days of my life, and I hardly think I ever will.

When I am in Florida, my emotions are amplified, my reds are deeper, regardless of their shade. The brightness of blue is wide, and the grays that shade are welcome. People tend to stay where they grew up because the energies are familiar. But sometimes, because they are, it acts like similar poles of magnets, pushing because the forces are the same.

I just realized that I don’t know how to put pictures up on this, but it’s okay because I don’t have any pictures to put up. Don’t take very many, never remember to. Alright that just an aside.

Sometimes you need just a light touch and to tease out what it is you want, you may only see the hint of it, and you can be unsure if it will come to you, so you try, if no, nothing lost, if yes, gain. Remember that the next time you wash your hands and need a paper towel. Or the next time you see something in someone’s eye, giving you that electric shock that tingles down your spine.

Once again I forgot where I was, but I still remember a time that happened, the zing not the forgetting, because remembering forgetting is just sort of funny as I think about it. Was during college in my Modern Philosophy class, she was sitting across the room, didn’t know her because she wasn’t in the department. Something about that shared look, I was paralyzed and had to look away with my heart all a flutter. The same feeling I had again when I came down the escalator at the airport the first time I met ‘Chelle in person. Another time that I couldn’t have planned what happened, never dreamed I’d fall in love on that trip.

Ahhhh, I just found how to add things, it’s a beautiful little button at the top of the editor. Wonderful.

Okay, I think I’m about done.