We were hiding and running just like we were three-year-olds. We sit I was 14 and you were 15, but we were both out of breath. I mumble 'stale aquafina' you giggle for a little then state 'crushed pop tarts'. Then we slowly sink back into the memories of when the times were good. Our stupid little jokes our silent alarms sounding and the illusions of life with love. Only part to this story is you life went by too fast and your alarm just happened to go off. Skipping ahead to the many months that have pasted I have found only one thought that will linger in my mind forever. Zane, your name it will always be repetitive in my head. For the one fact that I know how many times I will never be able to say it.
November 6, 2008