My opinions, ramblings, rants and raves, and venti

You see someone you haven’t seen, let alone talked to, in a good while.  Then something happens.

Everything comes rushing back.

      You remember everything.  How she smells, how she tastes, how her hair felt, how her room was always a mess and smelled vaguely of spoiled pit bull and cigarettes, and how her bed was way too small for the both of you but you didn’t care, and how you always sort of suspected that her dad hated you but he’d always let you play GTA IV when he got bored.  Or how you could walk around her house blind-folded and still know where everything is.  And that she had a pool and would actually let you go swimming in it because it was hot and she wanted to show off her bathing suit and that she always wanted to go get sushi and to the zoo and to the park and go on bike rides and stuff and how she always wanted to cook you dinner and breakfast and make you sandwiches and suck your dick almost on demand.

So it goes I guess.