(sadposting hrs) something I haven’t thought about in a while (although the fact that I am is good bc I’m actually processing my emotions) is how hard it is that friendships fade as time goes on, yet the memories only grow brighter with time, less detailed perhaps but brighter...

there are simply not enough hours in a day to maintain every friendship and acquaintanceship I’ve had from up to now and yet I still remember [the girl from Oregon who liked Death Cab] [the guy from Diocesan Youth Conference who carried a harmonica] [freshman year transfers]

though I imagine they may never think of me again. mightn’t they though? and if I were to reach out and ask them... pen a letter to that old address in my contacts, that name and life and night sky of hopes and aspirations that makes a person - what lines may follow next?