January 29, 2008

• Dear Mickey,

  I miss you, you know. The strangest things will remind me of you. The word Cessna. An old, mismatched pair of socks. That stretch of road between the airport and Downtown San Jose. Sometimes, I get a strong urge to call you and ask how you are. That’s when I imagine what your life is like now. If we ever talk again, remind me to tell you some of the scenarios you’ve featured in. They’re quite amusing – at least, most of them are – and sometimes they feature clowns and softball-water-dunking carnival games. Other times, we share cotton candy. But my favorite involves beagles.

  Anyway, I haven’t seen you pop up on my xanga tracker in a long time so I’ll go ahead and say it. I miss your friendship. I miss hanging out with you. I miss how you could make me laugh until I wanted to punch you in the face. I even miss how stupid you could make me feel.

  I wonder if you’ll even pick up if I call. Or if you’ve changed your phone number yet…. I wonder if you have mine and if you ever get the urge to call me. I doubt it. I’m prolly relegated to some classification like “friend of old ex-friend.”

  Most likely, you don’t have my number anymore, and the world keeps turning.

  Always,
  Sarah

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