mike and i realized that we were in 7th grade together. it was something we’d both forgotten but then realized it was important, because it was the last year of classes we had together, besides homeroom (which in high school occurred only a few times a year).

as soon as we realized we both vaguely remember being in class together, we looked at each other and smiled. then we talked about random moments from that years, and what we both missed the years after.

after the moment had passed, i sat there at the table staring at his face while he wasnt looking. i was remembering what he looked like then and what he looked like now, knowing there wasn’t too much of a difference.

but then i thought about how he looked to me in 7th grade: just like another blurry face in the class, someone i didn’t know and didn’t believe i would ever get to. if someone, 6 years ago, would have told me one day i’d be “crazy in love” with Michael Bush, i would have laughed in his or her face.

but while thinking about all this, and staring at him tonight, i realized just how thankful i am that that person would not have been wrong.