A message to a friend. It doesnt matter what was said...its about what was felt.

I am sitting in my bed after a long day of working and reading for school and I saw your name listed on the side of my friends. Its almost fall out and I spent the last hour procrastinating and having an awesome conversation with my roommate. It was enlightening. "Some days are heavy and some days are mean, some days fall somewhere in between." I really dont know why I am aimlessly writing you, but somewhere it makes sense. Somehow the fall time puts me in a spell, binds my emotions and whispers, "remember" as if it were a secret in my ear.

I came across your facebook page (I wish I would have just ran into you), and it hit me. I dont know who you are now. I knew you 5 years ago (was it really that long ago?) and I knew ashley, and we all knew each other, and we were each other's world, and now we are strangers that once knew of a similar time.

I am sorry that this is so overly nostalgic and sentimental. I could have just said, "remember when?" But that didnt seem right. In fact, it seemed wrong. I hope you remember all the names and car ride we shared. All the pain and joy. Its all episodes, seasons if you will, of pain and joy and trying to understand how they are so intrinsically connected to each other. ebb and flow. change and grow. make friends and remember them at odd times of the night.

Don't forget, Lindsey Irvin, because even when I do, I remember. Somewhere, sometime, in the middle of an Autumn night, with my hoodie on and my memory intact, I see us all standing there at 15, wondering what would happen next.

-Micah Aaron Hughes