As I mentioned yesterday, the memorial service for our friend Greg was just perfect. What was odd for me, though, was seeing all these people I haven't seen in a million years and being instantly transported back in time.
There was the boy I had a crush on in 5th grade.
The boy I had a crush on in 7th grade.
My BFF from Freshman year in high school...and the boy I started liking between 8th and 9th grade.
Of course, he's also the same boy I've spent the rest of my life pretending (OK, or not pretending at all) that I won't love until the day I die. Whatever. It is what it is. Moving on.
On a different note, when did everyone get so hot? Yum. (On a related note, can you say somebody's got a type?!!? Sheesh.)
All in all, it was a really nice day, except for feeling a little out of place. While these friends did go to school with me, they were always in a cooler class level than me and I always felt out of place being the "straight edge" girl. Even all these years later, I feel the same way I did then....a little too straight edge, and not fitting in at all. Not sure how to remedy that exactly...just found it interesting how some things never change.