breathing nostalgia

I remember my first crush, Nolan.

I remember bus rides and empty seats everywhere

But not row three.

Row three was for him and me.

I remember that watermelon paper we made on my first day of first grade.

I remember how cool I thought it was that we were using actual seeds.

I remember the fourth new school in five years.

I remember when kids hoped our teacher would pick them to be my buddy while I was adjusting to the school

I remember when I finally learned what the word adjusting meant.

I remember Facebook chatting him “oh hey didn't see you there”

I remember thinking that was smooth

I remember meeting the girl who shared my last name

I remember knowing immediately that I should feel grateful to know Whit

I remember telling my mom my stomach hurt every day for a week to explain why I cried at recess

I remember praying I’d make a friend in Mr. Wimmer’s class

I remember meeting Natty the next day

I remember vowing I’d never wear makeup

I remember the first time I tried clam chowder.

I remember the first time I cried in public. She just sipped her sprite and laughed.

I remember telling my mom I hated her.

I remember it was because she wouldn't let me get a club penguin membership

I remember graduating from sixth grade and crying because I wasn't quite ready to have grown up responsibilities

I remember crying yesterday because I’m not quite ready to have grown up responsibilities

I remember when he told me I wasn't good enough to go anywhere in soccer.

I remember when she told me I understood the game so well that I could play at any college I wanted.

I remember laughing.

I remember thinking that I wasn't going to meet anyone worth dating in high school

I remember her pointing you out to me in US history.

I remember that football game.

I remember feeling grateful that my ride showed up last

I remember when remembering made me smile

I remember when the future was a little less tear soaked.

I remember when tomorrows included my mom and you and woods landing court and one more season

school year

tryout

I remember when chalk did more and decisions did less.

BP