enamoured | I've come much too far for me now to find the love that I sought can never be mine.

Last night I checked my cell phone and I had a missed call listed. It was a North Carolina number; I could tell by the area code. So I called, not knowing who it was, and it happened to be my friend Shiara, who I haven't talked to since, oh, MAY 2003. I couldn't believe it. We talked for an hour, but it was mostly all catching up, during which I learned a few things about some middle school classmates of mine who went to her school. Two got kicked out for drugs, one of the girls who was in my semi-clique in sixth and seventh grade, Amy, was on the yearbook staff (oh, how we could've bonded over griping about layouts and other geeky journalism things! [sniffs]), one of the many Chrises I knew back when was still BFFs with Michael, my ill-faited seventh grade crush. Oh, and Michael. She said that he's extremely nice now, and he's completely metrosexual. (well, he was one of the fussing over my hair, Abercrombie boys back in the day...) She also told me that he's going to UNC Wilmington, a school that I, once upon a time, was considering attending. Let's cue the X-Files music now. So right now I am finding myself not only wondering about Kevin, who has been haunting my dreams for months and who had a far, far bigger impact on my life than Michael did, but I am wishing that I could witness this changed guy in person. I need help. Obviously.

I discovered that show on ABC called The Days last night. I like it. Too bad it's a limited run series, though.