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March 26, 2004 I was expecting the phone to ring and wake me up from my meaningless dreams…I knew I would hardly remember our conversation…and I longed for those fond memories to take over…when he lands in my city. He did call me as soon as he got here…just like I expected…I had a faint recollection of my phone ringing but my thoughts were stuck in a different time zone. Some memories old and faded but each one competing to be the most cherished one. I had missed him and more than that I missed the past…the good old days. There is so much comfort in familiarity…how predictable friends get after a while…but its not boring…its safe. It was understood that we’ll drive around aimlessly almost everyday and catch up on what we’ve missed out on…purposefully picking on topics that tick us off…our way of eliminating any changes that might have crept up. Of course I didn’t tell him any of this…actually I didn’t need to…that’s the beauty of friendship * Post bribed by a huge box of skittles and a mobile phone that I've been obsessing about for 2 years. (2:33 AM) ~`~
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