Often imitated, never duplicated.

I was sitting, watching television, and I began my attempt at putting the feelings of a break-up into a shorter summed up sort of version.
The worst break up of all came to mind.
That of my high school boyfriend and I.
It was YEARS ago, but it hurts the memory to recall.
After a few years we picked up with each other again, we talk to this day.
He's a wonderful person, he is a hockey player, he was my first, both in love and in bed.
That is the past though.. today he is a wonderful friend (and still a wonderful person), we provide a shoulder, an ear, an unbiased opinion in each others lives of any and all trials and tribulations we may have.
It's easy, comfortable and it makes you wonder - why did I let him go?
We were 17. Immature. Stubborn. Blissfully naive.
And then love cunted us.. that's the way it goes I suppose.
I dug up my journal from that time and found the words I was looking for whilst watching t.v.:

What Remains

I find it funny that
The remnants of a relationship
Can fit nicely into that
Plastic bag or cardboard box
And yet, while you were in it
There were so many things
That couldn't have possibly been
Captured.

- Oct 9/00