The past...

It is so funny how things from the past pop up at the oddest times. I was out for my nightly walk a couple of nights ago....and as I was walking the normal route, when the sound of acoustic guitar filled the air. I looked to my right, and saw a young man and a girl. He was playing and singing and she was hanging off his every word. Suddenly I was transported 10 years back in time. I listened as I walked by and thought about a time in my life when I loved a boy like this. And when I say love, it was not a romantic love, but the purest kind of friendship love you could imagine. He played and sang, and I was entranced by his songs. I believed in what he sang about and believed that someday the world would see the genius that I saw in him and his music. Then I thought to my current life, and how besides an very scarce email here or there, I have not talked to this boy or heard his songs live in almost 6 years. I have gotten married and had two kids, he is engaged with a child of his own. As I walked I thought about him and his lovely songs....and I wondered if he ever picks up his guitar and thinks of me.