Realize.

A warm Florida night, airport arrivals.

ALN picked me up in the Accord. Windows down, cigarette lit. We shared a #68 deli sandwich direct from A2, the one that almost made me miss my flight.

It was late, we caught up on six days worth of gossip. We stopped at Starbucks. I can't even remember the street names anymore. But this song reminds me of her and of being there.

Sometimes I wonder if what we did was wrong-- but she shouldn't have been stuck there either.

Every so often I have fond memories of being in that sheltered life, of having that group who fully understood everything, and sometimes I realize that there are some small things that I miss-- like listening to this song at 11pm on our way home from the airport.