Weekend Loving

Sunday saw me sitting at Illy's after an impromptu decision to grab a pastry and coffee, post foot massage, and spending some time with my lovely Dorian Grey who is turning out even more psycho than I thought possible. It struck me sitting in the middle of the cafe that if I could reel back in time it'd be a collection of KLASS people, siblings and BV temp summer workers with dishes of pasta and calzone's pre GCSE years and stress. Only 7 years. Only. A whole lifetime ago.

There's something to be said about sitting in the exact same spot where so many, many memories churn and lingering emotions which once felt like such raw scrapes on the soul turn into mere scars that no longer even raise as much as a whimper when pressed. Times shift below, yet even the self is no longer preserved as the stubborn 16 year old who once happened to inhibit this same spot, who no longer exists anywhere except in hidden memories and 16 year old birthday cards whose words continue to evoke memories of long forgotten events, people, moments. Where are these people now?  Where are YOU now?