Saturday Is The Day...

Well, this Saturday is the day I will hang out with the girl who kissed me last year. I had almost forgotten what had happened, that is, if my girlfriend didn't remind me on occasion. I haven't talked to her since that day, and to be honest, I'm a little scared. Two of my friends who hang out with her think that I really have forgotten, and I've been keeping it up since then. They both have told her that I lost y memory of what happened, and they both told me that she looked really sad, but she said it was OK. They also told me that she missed me, and was hoping that I would speak with her, as friends. The truth is no matter what happened, I miss her too. She was still my friend at the time after all. But even though I'm so happy, I can't help but be a little mad. One, because of what she did. Two, because she took this long to even think of asking to see me. Well, I hope I do well, because even though I do remember, she thinks I don't, so I have to pretend to not even know her name. I also have to steer clear of memories that she and I share. I know it seems like a real d**k move to pretend I don't know her, but for me, it's the only way to start over again. I just want everything to be mutual and good with the two of us, no "listen I need to talk to you about that day", or "remember when I kissed you?" So that's really all I had to say, I hope she doesn't notice that I'm lying. It will be hard seeing her again, I'll admit, but I have to make amends with her one way or another, and if I have to pretend not to know anything about her or what happened, then so be it, because it's a small price to pay for a friendship that I held very dear.