posted on Jul, 23 2016 @ 11:37 PM
He said, "Hey, I remember when you came over to my house and we listened to Tom Jones...don't you remember that?"
Well, I didn't remember that, not at all...I was 12.
I told him over and over again, I didn't remember him and didn't understand why he was calling me. I told him over and over again...I don't remember
I honestly didn't remember this kid. He remembered me, but I didn't remember him. It was kind of spooky actually.
Now, I'm going to make a really LONG story short here...
....fast forward FORTY YEARS!~!! (no kidding...FORTY years)
The other night I'm having a hard time sleeping. I'm dozing off, but then waking up. Over and over.
In one moment, it was like this valve opened up...I remembered that young man, that kid. I remembered everything about that day. I remembered his
"Tom Jones" records (not my thing, but whatever).
I remembered every single detail about that day...I remembered. I remember that kid.
In the moment I blew him off, and in the process I probably crushed his world. He had no friends.
Forty years later...I feel so bad for that kid. He was a good kid...he even said I was his only friend.
Forty years later...I remember. I remember him, I remember that day...I remember.
(if that isn't weird I don't know what is!)