09/24/2022
On the way up to my friend Jon's cottage, upwards past Carleton place I was screening by the passing stores and something caught my eye. I steadied my eyes on the Tim Hortons we stopped and ate at after our final date. Since it was a long drive, it gave me a lot of time to reminisce our past lives together and it made me feel a lot of feelings I forgot about.
During the morning after we arrived, Jon began talking about a game we should all play involving throwing an object into a small sandpit. I immediately thought of our trip and sprung to say, "Grouchers?" and felt nostalgia hearing him quickly correct me and say, "Washers.. washers...". Hearing him correct me the same way you once did made me feel so at peace for some reason.
I'm not sure what to do with you still stuck on my mind from time to time anymore. I think at this point I'm just grateful for our experience but I can't help but imagine what it'd be like if you never left. Nickon has been making me mostly happy, but I think I'll always know you you were the one. I don't know anymore.
Stay safe, keep healthy for me T.
- J