i was at work when my phone rang. it was e calling. i haven’t had an extended conversation with him since new years day at 12am. e said he wanted to hit me up because he was at south point mall and he remembered how i told him he was rocking a (s)medium polo tee years ago when we were at southpoint in high school. that dude memory crazy sharp, i laughed so hard because i remember that exact moment, too. better yet, e was with his mom. i haven’t heard ms. mayra’s voice in almost a decade, since my parents moved to st. louis. she told me she thought of me when kobe left us and she cried like she had lost a family member. i told her i was the same way, and sometimes when i think about it at extent, i get emotional again. it felt good to hear her again, more so to hear she was doing well.
times like these when i’m reminded of life growing up makes me want to go back, but we’re all here for a reason and maybe the reason we’re all here is so we can make better memories as we grow older.
-ratha, 6:40pm, 3.5.20