You knew me when. Through so many crushes and dramas in all my pimply thick framed 13 year-old glory.
You knew me on the stoop at Carleton Street, at the flea infested frat house, the hot summers nights at Casey's.
But mostly I'm so glad you know me now. How lucky are we to pick up just where we left off? How lucky are we to continue our talks about the hard stuff of the now and about the dreaming big of tomorrow?
And guess what? I'm sure as hell going to know you tomorrow. And the day after....