June 10, 2005.

i remember.

as we sat on the outdoor table sipping our coffees, the cold winter air brushing our cheeks, i remembered who i was.

and it was not odd that i had made friends only after a day.
it was not odd that they were already buying me coffee.
it was not odd that they were confiding in me.
it was not odd that it felt like i had known them for years beforehand.

because that is who i am.
i am not pretentious.
i am not judgemental.
i am a good person.
i do enjoy life.
i do love people.
and i will be your friend if you let me.

for a while, i had forgotten all of that.

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