Blast from the Past

I've been thinking about Dan a lot lately. A whole lot. First, it's that time of year. When we were together-but-not-quite, 8 years ago. Secondly, Mush and Kenn hang out with him a lot, so I get second hand Dan news from them. The other day, they told me he got into an accident, and totalled his motorcycle. He made it out with barely a scratch, but by all accounts, he should have been injured terribly. His bike is totalled. I felt TOTAL pangs of sympathy, I wanted to call him, see how he was doing, etc.

Today...so weird...we were driving down Rt. 18, and just as we passed Rues Lane (the very intersection where he had his accident...) Sisters of Mercy "When You Don't See Me" came on. Yes, "our" song. The song he made me listen to, and when I fell in love with it, he gave me the CD. The song whose lyrics he wrote on the card for the first (of many) boquet of thirteen white roses, he sent me. As my "secret admirer" (though, with that song, really how secret can it be? To me, anyway.)

Mush and Kenn are going to be renting the house next door, very soon. Dan will be coming around for sure. Is 8 years long enough? Is there enough water under that bridge, I wonder, that we can be buddies again? I mean, we were friends first, after all. I decided, it wouldn't be terrible, to see him, and say hi, again.