there was you, there was me

Dearest Sabrina,
     I know we haven't spoken in almost a year. I know you're at college with other people and other adventures, but I want you to know that I still look up to you, and pray for you. You constantly inspire me and your advice still encourages me. I'm lucky to call you my friend even if you've forgotten me.

Dear little boy at the park,
     While I passed by you, you threw a stuffed animal a hundred feet in the air that I was sure was going to land on me. I'm still amazed you caught it.

Dear Sonya,
     I wonder how you like England. I wonder if you still sing and play your guitar around other people. If you still wear flowers in your thick black hair. I wonder if you are the picture of loveliness to other little girls just like you were, and still are, to me.

Dear Jonathan,
     Five minutes after meeting you, I wanted to travel to the exotic places you've been. But ten minuets after meeting you, you became the first person to convince me that my own backyard is one of the best places to be, because I saw how much you wanted to stay here, the place that felt like home.

Dear chef in Florida,
     I had never had a vanilla latte muffin before. I haven't found one since. And I know it's silly, but what could have been a bad day turned out all right because I had the most delicious breakfast ever.

I could write letters to many more people, but these were the ones I was thinking about today. These people will probably never receive those letters. They probably have no idea I exsist, or they don't remember me. But I remember them. They were a part of my life, no matter how small. And small details of insignificance are all I can think about.

I still remember the song Sabrina recommended to me when I was feeling lonely.

I still remember that stupid folding chair I couldn't get open and Jonathan had to help me.

I remember how a college student said she loved monday mornings as she passed by, while I ate my muffin. I still can't figure out if she was being sarcastic or not.

Details that obviously impacted me in some way so as to stand out long after.
Incidents that had no obvious significance but are cherished memories.
I don't know why I shouldn't, but I don't let them fade.