How it felt to stand outside a venue and wait for a local show to start. The air smelling like cigarette smoke, but the loud music and bustling of the crowd outside somehow seeming just right.
Late nights inside a friend's house. The way her dog would come sit by me and her kitchen floor had a heating system in it. The sound of her laughter when the pizza guy arrived.
Sitting in Dunkin Doughnuts till the place was nearly empty. Taking off my shoes and running up and down the perimeter of the store, all while talking to people I knew all too well.
Christmas morning as a small child. The thrill in my stomach when I could feel the outline of a toy beneath it's wrapping paper, and the disappointment when I pulled clothes out of a box.
Middle school musicals. The sense of togetherness the show would bring. Running and getting cheese fries from next door between rehearsals. The smell of Play Dough hovering in the left wing of the stage.
Sitting with my best friend in an alleyway after dark. Listening to her play guitar and watching her tune it. Heeding her concerns, remembering her words. And never...ever forgetting them.
The leaves falling from the trees on the first morning of October. The togetherness they form, all atop one another regardless of color or form. The comforting familiarity of the Autumn; the "harvests."
Frequently spending time with a boy- a boy who didn't say much, but had blue eyes that could cut through glass with a mere glance. Our friendship. What he taught me, and the wolf-like nature he always carried with him.
The opening of a turbulent Winter. My first encounter with the one I love- or first since the first words we had ever spoken to one another. The spark in my stomach when I realized tonight was another night. The sense of adventure about every corner as blankets of snow covered the Earth which was now mine.
Rushing out of school. Practically running across the street and straight into my front door. The triumphant walk to the fridge. The way it felt to take a huge bite of pasta for the first time that day.
Sitting in my friend's bathroom and dyeing my hair the color of a galaxy. Washing it out in the tub. The odd feeling of another friend running her toes down my back, and how that made me cringe. The purple-pink ombre which left stains on my hands- but stains I didn't mind one bit.
Dancing around a movie theater playing Pokemon with those so close to me and only pausing to walk home. Naming my Pikachu, my Ralts, even my Ratata, all after the company I had been so lucky to find.