It happened one night. It was a Thursday. We were on our way to dinner. You asked me how we became close. I found that funny because I've been thinking of that question for a while. I thought you were talking about the three of us so I started to say something about our seating arrangement in class. But that isn't what you had in mind. You were asking about us, our history. So we began to reconstruct dates and instances when we hung out or went out.
I am tempted to construct a timeline of all the events that led us to this current state. Well, I carry a timeline in my head anyway. The nights out, the dates with clingieees, the mall walk-a-thons, the sunset (repeat please!) and all those other things. But I want it to be made out of our strings of memories. I want to know what you make of everything. I have bits and pieces, recollections of moments. But I want to know what you remember. I want to know which parts you keep with you, which parts you cannot bear to forget.
If someone were to ask you how we started, I'd like to know where you'll start. I'd like to know when it began for you. I'd like to know how different our sides of the story are. I wonder if you have actual dates in mind of when things actually happened. I'm quite embarassed to admit that I have dates in mind, that I can look at a calendar and pinpoint the dates when I felt everything change for me. I just wonder how it is for you. ;)
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