i remember…

I remember you. And I told my friend the whole story today. The story of you. It was long and somewhat dull. It made me think though. I remembered us. I remembered our interactions. I rarely think about it these days, but i remembered all of it today. And the memory was warm.

I do think you are arrogant, and flirtatious, and pig-headed. But, i also liked you. And I remember that feeling. I remembered it today. And it wasn’t hurtful, it didn’t make me sad, or angry, or disgusted. It was warm. I remembered that, at that time, I was happiest when i thought of you. And when we spoke. I was nervous around you, but i liked that feeling. The rush of adrenalin that i got when you were around and when we spoke; it was….wonderful and something to look forward to.

Just this moment I remembered something that you told me that i forgot when i was retelling the story to my friend. During one of our conversations, i told you that everyone tells me that you are arrogant and constantly flirting, and you told me that, i shouldn’t always believe what other people say about you or anyone else. And that i should give people a chance. You said that we had barely spoken in person and that all that i knew of you was online. Well, it was the truth and i accepted it. Whatever i do know about you is from our interactions – online and in person (few) AND, from what other people have told me. That’s all.

I don’t know whether the other people are wrong or if you really are just plain arrogant and flirtatious, but i don’t really care anymore. I don’t think of you that way anymore. I don’t think of anyone that way at the moment. So all i have is the memory. That’s why i’m fine with you. I’m fine with meeting you some time. It would be an interesting experience. It would be like meeting a long lost friend and getting to know them all over again.

Anyway, i know that what we have is probably the weirdest friendship that either one of us has, but that’s ok. That’s fine. At least it’s interesting.

There’s one thing that i’m not sure about thought. Next time we chat, if you ask me again if i still blog, will i say yes and give you this blog address…or will i lie and say no?

Thanks for listening,

sourspicy: i remember – thanks