memories

when i was 13 years old, barely entering the most awkward time of my life...the time when my character would form...when i would figure out who i want to be and what i'm going to do with that, i met my best friend. i honestly don't think there is another human being who has influenced me or changed my life more. now, close to 8 years later i went and visited his family, saw pictures of him as a missionary, and reminisced on all of the memories we all share. it's weird the way things connect in life. the way our memories can affect so many of our emotions. the way a memory can be so real sometimes, so heart-wrenching, so funny. it's crazy the way we thrive off of these so called memories; sometimes they can occupy someone's entire mind and heart. sometimes you can miss those times and those places so strongly and deeply it's hard to live the present. here is a taste of what i'm missing so much i'm in tears right now: i miss talking on the phone for hours about nothing. i miss the carpool lane dance. i miss being chased through wal-mart with a baseball bat in josh's hand and a box on his head. i miss symphony rehearsals. i miss napping in the back of symphony rehearsals, behind the timpani, with josh's sweatshirt as my pillow. i miss simba/cat of the day. i miss josh's weird hand gestures that are soooo him. i miss the crazy hip dance. i miss the way josh could understand me, no matter what, no matter how ridiculous, no matter how mad i made him to begin with. i miss hearing the violin. i miss late night del taco runs. i miss writing funny notes and letters to each other. i miss utah symphony concerts. i miss near death driving experiences that occured all too often. i miss listening to bob marley in the green van with the paint peeling off. i miss going to movies. i miss being so comfortable and so open that we would tell each other EVERYTHING. i miss watching seinfeld for hours. i miss being launched off the lovesac...literally. i miss playing duets. i miss the black man funk voice. i miss getting lost in san francisco. then getting lost late at night in germany. then getting lost on the subway in new york. you think we would've gotten it by then. i miss super dick and the poof. i miss that time we went down the alpine slide and josh almost killed a squirrel. i miss tacos del carbon. i almost even miss the tacos del carbon breath you have 3 days later no matter how much you brush. i miss the one and only time we went water skiing. i miss hearing about wakeboarding at bear lake. i miss waking up to a crazy haiku via text every morning. i miss having someone to vent to about boys that will give me genuinely hilarious responses in return and make it feel better even if it's just for awhile. i miss paintings of jars. i miss talking about bigfoot and plans to find him. i miss having someone around who knows more about dmitri shostikovich than i do. i miss veloci-raptor impressons. i miss getting texts that say things like "i was very nearly arrested..." and knowing they are the honest truth and i would probably be almost peeing my pants once i got the full story. i miss being made fun of for saying things like "scrame" instead of "screamed" i miss random ihop trips. i miss prom 50s style. i miss zupas and noodles. i miss knowing no matter what, through thick or thin, up or down, happy or sad, even if it takes a little while, there is someone who will give me a call and let me know that they genuinely love me and they really are there for me no matter what. and if i'm lucky he'll even leave a message...opera style. :)