Passing people passing places

As one moves on, inevitably, you leave some things behind. Places, memories, people and even parts of yourself. When you look back on a certain past, certain people or certain memories, what comes up to mind?

Do you pine for friends that you've moved apart from? I see photos of friends i used to be close to and flashbacks of the good old times comes into mind naturally, bringing on a wry smile as i think of the things we used to do together.

A girl friend in primary school who cried because we made her bring home all the free milk powder we got at some health exhibition and insinuated she needed them for her assets. Rather mean, but that's what you get when you're kids and sensitivity isn't much on the agenda or sensibilities.

This intern boy who was a year or two younger than me whom i met at work. The first boy i slow danced with, who told me about his adventures of fishing, catching reptiles, keeping venomous snakes at home. And we ended up at his place after a chalet, and till this day, i don't know whether it was a blessing or just the quirky way life pans out sometimes, that he had a back injury when we shared a bed together.

A writer who connected with me, almost straightaway. And could talk on and on about almost everything - work gossips, famous directors, philosophy, art, and mostly, questions that had no answers. Our relationship was a half-played blackjack. One card more, a word here, a whisper there, a little sign, a look, a gesture would reveal our mutual attraction. We knew, but never spoke about it, never opening the last card, choosing to remain what that we were and keeping what that we had. It's an exquisite thing - how we both could read each other so clearly and chose the same path for us, just like that.

All these people that shared memories, places that memories were created in, an old self that has since been discarded. Times there are, that i want to see that young girl i was. To revisit a place and recreate the memories. To connect back with friends to find that deep connection and easy laughter.

But i know memories are just what they are. To be remembered. It's not going to be the same even if i bring back all the right people to the same place. I would really want those moments to be real again, those friendships solid once again, those places to be what they were. I could, at any time, call up these friends and ask them out.

Then again, there's a beauty in memories. And by trying to recreate those memories would only tarnish them. If it's going to be a wistful tug of the heartstrings and a wry smile on the face, that would suffice.

Because it's enough to know, that you have a past that is beautiful to look at.

♥ Clarisse ♥