When i was fourteen, maybe fifteen, I met a boy. it was odd how i met him. he worked for a radio station, WRBC. I was with friends playing in my room and one of them called the station, to request... something... i dont remember the song. it dosent matter

we talked, this boy and i, for the entire hour and a half left of the show. and when the show ended, i gave him my phone number. he called me before he even got home that night... from his grandmothers house.

this dosent matter to you. it's pointless information, serving only to prove that I do have some sentiment. The point is... I fell in love with that boy. not in a romantic sense, though what we had physically was just as fun as the rest... but I miss talking on the phone till three in the morning and then waking up and talking some more... he liked my yawn, that little squeek that happens right at the end... i remember him saying that. I liked his voice, and eventually, when we met in person, his gestures, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his body... him.

Times change. we both moved on and dated other people, lost touch, moved away from home... But, every so often, we bump into each other again... and there are still sparks from all those years ago... Unfinished buisness, i guess you could call it. but it's never the right time, or the right place.

do you believe in fate? that people can be drawn together through their lifes because they're destined for friendship, or something more?

Dont get me wrong, i dont think this boy is my soul mate. I dont believe in that crap. but i think maybe we're supposed to be friends... there's something right about it.

otherwise... what else is there to believe in?