I went to high school with some really beautiful girls. I always felt inferior to them. Because of that, I never really dated guys that I went to high school with; I was always running with a different crowd.
There was a girl that I went to school with, Ash, who was gorgeous. She was kind, too, but was the kind of beautiful that didn't know how beautiful she was.
I think that only one guy knew how amazing she was. He was a pretty close friend of mine, too.
Long, thick, dark hair and the kind of olive skin that people go under the knife for these days. A really amazing person. I knew her pretty well.
But, and here's the dish, I seem to be edited out of her best memories.
And to be more matter-of-fact, I doubt many people remember the person I was back then. Hell, I was pretty forgettable. I had little or no confidence at all, a few friends that I was really close to and a lot that I wasn't at all. Fingertips in several pools but completely immersed in none.
And now, looking back through photos and memories and other things that make you think about who you are, where you've been and what you could be in the future, I realize that nothing suits me more than just remembering. It's easy, and it's better than regretting.