A piece of my past, or A short, true story:
One summer, whether it was before my junior year or my senior year of high school, I had a very serious boyfriend. I say very serious because he was the first person I had ever loved, and although I wasn't thinking of forevers, we spent enough time together and had enough memories together that he'll always be that "first love." During the summer he left town with his family or his dad for vacation trips or, this particular summer, to go on a dig with his father. He was going to be gone the bulk of the summer and I was devastated. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye the day before he left, and was incredibly upset. I awoke the next day to check my e-mail and found a file attached to the e-mail that said something along the lines of "I love you, I'll be back soon." The attached file was "I Miss You" by Incubus. I listened to that song over and over for about an hour and cried. I was deeply, deeply moved. Silly? Perhaps. But whenever I hear that song (such as a few moments ago), I think of him. Funny how vivid some memories are to us, nu?