#243

I feel like I should look over my posts. There is no what I have done this for 243 days. Possibly I have counted wrong? Skipped numbers?! Because 243 posts means I am two-thirds of the way through this crazy project. Go me!! So here is something a little... I don't know, but here it is.

In this crazy story called Holly's Life, there have been some pretty crazy characters. And I like that. Because I am crazy. And damn it, I miss some of those characters. A lot. Especially lately. 

I miss meeting my friend at Starbucks. I don't even remember why we started meeting there. But I drive by a Starbucks and I miss our crazy talks and his dog. 

I miss sitting outside on a Friday night with a cold beer and a good friend. Because even if my week had been crap, she was still awesome and would make me laugh. We would have fun and that was all that mattered. 

I miss the boy that was good with a basketball and bad with my heart. Because sometimes he got it right. And he was my friend, damn it. 

I miss having a quirky friend in middle school. Because I wasn't the only oddball. It didn't matter that we were supposed to act cool, we just wanted to act like us. And we did that together. 

I miss so many people that were characters in my story. Some I miss more than others. Some I miss Because I know I should. But some... 

Some people I miss because of me. I miss that person that I was when I was with every one of those characters. I miss who they brought out of me. I miss being carefree, or flirty, or honest, or hopeful, or loved.

Sometimes I miss the possibilities. I always miss the companionship. And I think I always will miss the knowing- of who they were and who they were helping me to be. 

Maybe one day some of the characters will come back. Maybe some of them are gone forever. Maybe it doesn't matter either way. 

I do know that Holly's Life would have been a whole different story without them.