I don't really know what to do sometimes, Like when I ran into her again. After almost twenty years we run into each other and share a moment of recognition. "Hey, I know you!" she says. And all I can think to my self is Really? god your fucking hot! And she keeps on staring into my eyes, and now it's making me more than a little nervous, I know her from somewhere, I know those eyes, I know this feeling.
"No, Really, I know you..." and she calls me by my first name. So now I am in a panic, who the hell is she? Damn she's making my perv brain hurt, and I still cant remember from where I know her! "We went to school together Burr, You sat next to me for a year and a half on the bus," And all of a sudden it all comes back, and I know who she is! We talk for a while and she tells me more than I need to know,way more than I need...
And so we talk. It all is back like no time has passed.
The long afternoons we spent on the school bus, trapped on the 405, just killing time, making out, feeling emotions that were real.
I can feel myself blushing as she is talking because I am thinking about how I used to touch her breasts under her jacket when we were kissing, How alive it all made me feel, How I wanted to be inside her then, and even now face to face after all this time, having a pang of desire...
God she is hot!
But it changes nothing, two decades have paved over this playground and the local city has put up a Wal-mart in it's place.
It is true: You can not go home again, and the visit will always pale to the memories of better days long gone.
Better to live off those memories, Baby.