i had forgotten about this, fully, completely. and now it's back. i'd left the dancehall because it was loud (really, really loud), and, well, it was noise. it wasn't my thing (still isn't), and i decided to go smoke outside by a campfire a few people had set up.
a cheap cigar in hand, smoke in my long, thick hair. i've always remembered sitting at the fire, but not what led up to it.
i remember talking with a friend, who'd fallen for the same girl many of us had, and who looked at me sadly, cigar in hand, telling me he was done with her. i remember nodding sadly. still in my own mind not done with her, having seen how she'd flitted from friend to friend, the relationships never lasting long. wondering if maybe i might be a possibility. if nothing else, i'm good to people.
we were never together, the interest obviously one sided, never there for her. and then that june led to a summer of what-ifs, all the things that could have been, the things that weren't. what a strange and wild time.