feels like a twist

And then there was Dan. dot. dot. dot.
There's nothing like keeping in touch with someone. It's a very warm feeling, to stay up late talking to someone you knew a while ago; and you don't talk often, but you know that you like them and they like you and maybe it was some kind of fate that you ended up talking for a while. Or maybe it was just, just what you needed.

It has a way of reminding you that there's a lot out there still; it instills some odd hope, a big grin, and a little blush to your cheeks, that you really needed tonight before you fell asleep.

A year and a half ago we had met. Something else in my life right now has a lingering 3 year label on it. A year and a half ago seems like forever. 3 years ago seems ridiculous. The break/interterm before my freshman spring semester. Is that really so? Gosh I was so different. So many less experiences; I hadn't met most of the people who've made up the past 3 years yet. 5 housing/living situations ago. It gives me nerves. 3 years from n.o.w.? I have one semester left, but then will those experiences that have made up the past 3 years slow down?

There's also this: this past year has been so focused and narrow, that maybe I missed alot, chances of growth, and now I don't get to look back and say- wow in February I was so different -I wasn't, I don't feel different. But July 08, now that was different, before the f.o.c.u.s. Maybe it has just been something different, a different way of it all happening, a different thing happening, something new.

Then there's the reality of this thought.
let go of 3 years from now.