Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

But at one point, Craig was talking about something, and Sam turned to me and smiled. It was a movie smile in slow motion, and then everything was okay.

So I started shoveling Bob's driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party

Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.

All I could do is lie there and think about how much her voice changed when she asked me if she was pretty, and how much she changed when I answered.

We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough