Sleepwalking my way through life: "I don't know why, but that means a hell of a lot to me."



"I don't know why, but that means a hell of a lot to me."

Nostalgia is great.

I was about to sit down on the train, my feet finally warming up after the icy cold air, and I was interrupted by a very familiar voice.

"Joe!"

I look down the carriage and scan the seats, and sure enough there he is. His hair is slightly longer, and he does look slightly different, but it's him. Sitting infront of me, a large backpack in the seat beside him and his hand waving in the air, is Michael Graham.

Rooney, Mulrain and I abandon our four seater and join him near the back of the train. We sat down and talked about the usual things first, how things have been, what concerts we've been going to, school, crap like that really. But the conversation soon turned away from the present and drove towards the good old past.

Our words drifted from Maths where me and Michael would recite Sleepy Jean almost daily, to English where the banter about the death of Piggy kept us laughing for weeks, and finally to French where I didn't have the pleasure of experiencing the events with Mrs.McGrotty.

Soon we were sitting and laughing in the warmth and comfort of the moving train. Time seemed to move by as quickly as the scenery did and our conversation was cruelly cut short by the express train. Michael waved goodbye and was gone again. I wonder if we'll cross paths again, perhaps in a way more random than on that train.

Who knows? I might find him somewhere on a beach in Singapore.

There's one thing that I'll remember though. It wasn't too far into the conversation, we had just sat down and were becoming comfortable, when Michael looked up and said to me;

"Your writing had gotten a lot better."

It's been a year and a half, most of which I haven't talked to him, and he still reads my blog. I don't know why, but that means a hell of a lot to me.

Thanks.

So as he stepped off the train, and the carriage was still warm with the nostalgic humor that he left, we all realised something.

Everything seems better when you look back on it.
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1 Comments:

At 7:32 am, Anonymous Jules said...

It really has. Your writing has gotten loads better :)

 

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