calm down, guys
So at this point in my life, I had given up on M.
Orange hadn't though.
Every once and a while, he'd look up on facebook (I didn't have a facebook then or even a laptop, okay faggots? I DIDNT HAVE FRIENDS)
But he couldn't find her, so many people with the same last name, and to be honest, only he was curious about M anymore.
I had moved on, in fact it was almost necessary to move on without finding her.
It was beginning to annoy me, to be honest.
But Orange, amazingly, in his neverending determination, actually found M. Yes, Orange that fucking kid who rants about
spongebob found M, the most important girl of my entire life to this point.
>it was a series of messages on facebook
>he had found through intense digging (stalking) the girl with the same last name, same first name, same face, same interests in music.
Orange still had in his possession some of the CD's they had shared ages ago in the field.
>He didn't mention me at first, but once they had both established memory, she was friendly, almost like another person
>completely happy, just casually speaking like to an old friend. Which she was.
and then Orange brought up me, and I was surprised by her responce. Completely casual.
All the trouble I had gone through, just a silly high school memory to her. and not even her best memory.
She had moved so much now, she had many boyfriends, and was not settled in Chiba City, Japan.
I had to call her, just to hear to voice if nothing more. Before this moment I had refused to talk to her, but suddenly it seemed necessary.
she was no longer a person in my head, or an old memory. She was real. and here. and older. and available to talk on the phone.
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