anahat nad

Sometimes I wonder if our 'golden' days were those hazy, summer days that melted into the evening, that ended in the early morning, outside our local neighborhood Starbucks.

I wonder if we knew then how great those nights were. Days that blended into each other, no realization that one day, not far from then, every single one of us would go our separate ways, and that group, that indelible group, the group that bonded over uno games and late night caffeine, would never reconnect in the same way after that summer ended.

I think, sometimes, that we had everything we wanted. Friends, love, small town coziness and big town dreams.

Before break-ups, and disappointments, before responsibility hit us across our faces, and before we were let down, and our hearts were broken.

And it faded away as quickly as it appeared, and now we're scattered, and the friendships have changed, the love has come and gone, and Starbucks, well, I still drink it fondly.