Here we go, another walk down memory lane like they say
I have this urge all of a sudden to go back to this particular day--
Just to reminisce I guess
That day we went down the creek and shared that burrito
The ginormous steak burrito from chipotle. or was it chicken?
The one where we argued whether who was gonna pay and what not..
You ended up paying for it of course after hinting at me that a guy should always pay for the girl--
Something like that. I think my reply shut your feelings down as I mentioned that friends pay for each other sometimes
Friends.
I was so damn indenial. and blind. and cluless?
Mainly clueless.. sorry J.
Anyways, what I wanted to get out of this is that--
I happen to work at chipotle now-- and I just find it funny that..
--That everything somehow has to tie with you. It all connects in my head somehow and its really creepy..
Creepy in a way that I actually believe that these things happened for a reason.
As if its a way to tell me, hey look, he was the first guy who liked you, now look at all the firsts you had to go through that involves him.
My first job is Chipotle.
Did that make sense?
It does to me. Oh well.
Another one of our spontaneous hang outs.
YOU ARE READING
Hey
Non-FictionI chose to write these thoughts for him to read one day. I also chose to do it for myself and that writing helps me. If you choose to read, I hope you like your decision.
