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Color me sad. On second thought, don't color me anything, I rather like my coloring as it is thank you very much. You may, however, call me sad. Heck, you can just call me. Amidst the myriad of odd and vivid dreams that I had just last night was one that both made me very happy and very sad.
I can't recall all that vividly now where exactly it was that it happened, but I think it was just a random place in town that I must have seen occasionally. All I can really recall is who was there that I ran into - Heather. Short and cute Heather. God do I miss her. The only girl, hell, the only person I've ever met, who so consistently understood me and got the majority of my jokes. Smart, canny, spunky, and oh so funny, she was one of the few things that really helped me to enjoy High School last year. I was so infatuated with another girl that I almost completely missed out on the realization that I enjoyed her company so. Half way through the year I truly began to see how much I truly cared for her. Of course I am a complete putz, so I never actually told her. I sat next to the girl twice a day and even began to talk to her at her locker between classes. Had I but known how much I would miss her, I would have done so much more...probably.
I realize that there might have been a crush involved, but I doubt it would have lasted for so long. My crushes tend to fizzle out after a few weeks or months, but I still miss Heather, or He-A-ther as we started calling her. It's so odd, but I dreamt of simply meeting her somewhere in town and hugging her. All either of said was how we had missed each other and we hugged. Even my dreams mock and help me at the same time. I doubt I shall ever even see her again, but I still dream and hope it. I wish that my dreams had the occasional bout of prophecy because I could really go for even a bump into Heather. Sad sad me. What I wouldn't give to hear her laugh at one of my jokes or tell me I have an evil laugh again. Well, just damn.
I can't recall all that vividly now where exactly it was that it happened, but I think it was just a random place in town that I must have seen occasionally. All I can really recall is who was there that I ran into - Heather. Short and cute Heather. God do I miss her. The only girl, hell, the only person I've ever met, who so consistently understood me and got the majority of my jokes. Smart, canny, spunky, and oh so funny, she was one of the few things that really helped me to enjoy High School last year. I was so infatuated with another girl that I almost completely missed out on the realization that I enjoyed her company so. Half way through the year I truly began to see how much I truly cared for her. Of course I am a complete putz, so I never actually told her. I sat next to the girl twice a day and even began to talk to her at her locker between classes. Had I but known how much I would miss her, I would have done so much more...probably.
I realize that there might have been a crush involved, but I doubt it would have lasted for so long. My crushes tend to fizzle out after a few weeks or months, but I still miss Heather, or He-A-ther as we started calling her. It's so odd, but I dreamt of simply meeting her somewhere in town and hugging her. All either of said was how we had missed each other and we hugged. Even my dreams mock and help me at the same time. I doubt I shall ever even see her again, but I still dream and hope it. I wish that my dreams had the occasional bout of prophecy because I could really go for even a bump into Heather. Sad sad me. What I wouldn't give to hear her laugh at one of my jokes or tell me I have an evil laugh again. Well, just damn.
