what i realized today

i have memories of people where there was no awkwardness, or general bad feeling-ness associated with it. the eye of the shit storm, if you will. oases in shit deserts? too much. but really; nothing bad followed, and nothing bad came before. nothing bad balanced out the good; they were just these diamond gems that must have been gifts.

memories of sang that were purely good: 

1. watching the world series in the study lounge
2. that one time he knocked on my door before camping out for football tix and i made him late because i refused to let him leave 
3. that time we went grocery shopping 
4. calling him every night on thanksgiving break from an orlando hotel balcony, having someone to call that was strangely home, the feel of that warm night breeze 

memories of tim that were purely good:

1. that time i was sick and couldn't stop coughing every few seconds and he just stayed in bed and stroked my hair
2. that time before we had to DTR when we sat outside and he laced his hands with mine for a brief moment
3. that time we went to carvers and piedmont park and played page france in the car with the windows down
4. that text you went while i was working at kumon that said 'how are the little punks treating you?' i still have it saved in my phone. 
5. the first time anyone ever brushed back a tendril of my hair behind my ear 
6.  god that boy was so sweet to me

memories of mike that were purely good:

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