Life comes full-circle more often than not, it seems.

We met years ago in junior high and soon became friends. After some time, our friend­ship became more, and turned into a full-fledged rela­tion­ship (well, as much of one as there could be, con­sid­er­ing that we were in 8th grade).

Things were good, espe­cially that sum­mer. We had a great time, and seemed to keep our pro­file low, which I always pre­ferred. I don't know if I ever loved her; I was too young to even know what love was.

I didn't think much of leav­ing her, because, while I liked her, I didn't think what we had was ter­ri­bly serious.

Silly, naive me.

At the same time, how­ever, I had a long-standing infatuation/friendship with a girl named Cathy, and early into 9th grade, we started dat­ing. We spent the next 7 months together, at which point we broke up and I first learned what a bro­ken heart felt like.

God, how ter­ri­ble that was…although not even close to as bad as things were last year, when I felt at many points that my heart would never recover from los­ing what I was sure was 'true love.'

Nev­er­the­less, being with Cathy taught me many things I would never have learned on my own. The girl I left for her taught me much as well, even if I didn't see it then.

I've since seen it. Thank you, sweet girl.

By virtue of sheer bore­dom, I was brows­ing Yahoo per­son­als last week and she popped up. Almost imme­di­ately, some­thing sparked in me to con­tact her, and find out how she's been. So I did a bit of research, found her and sent an e-mail.

That was a bit over a week ago.

We hadn't spo­ken in six years.

I orig­i­nally started this entry almost five hours ago. I would have fin­ished it by now, but she asked me to come over tonite…which marked the third one in a row that we've spent a large amount of time together. It was quite nice to catch up with her, and find out what she's been doing with her life, while I've been out liv­ing mine.

She showed me count­less pic­tures, told me sto­ries, and read me poetry. She's trav­eled all over the world, and done much in her twenty years. She's done and been through a lot, as have I.

But more than nos­tal­gia has come out of this, much more than I bar­gained for. The revival of feel­ings long since for­got­ten, some of which I never knew were there.

It started with a kiss.

Two nites later, I'm left won­der­ing what will come of this, if any­thing. If the two evenings pre­vi­ous are any indi­ca­tion, the answer is a resound­ing 'yes.' How­ever, a look at the most recent encounter (that being tonite), I would have to think 'no.'

Last­nite, she told me that she doesn't like to assign titles to rela­tion­ships, and I thought to myself, "I've been down this road before."

This seems all too sur­real. I'm not sure what to think of it, if any­thing. I sup­pose I'll remain pas­sive for the time being, and see what happens.