Pearl
I doubt that any of you really give a shit about my life, but indulge me. I haven't writen about Pearl here yet and this will be the first and more than likely, the last time.

Yesterday I called Pearl for the first time in a month and a half. It’s hard to believe how much things have changed in a year. A year ago, around this time, she and I were phoning each other almost every two days. Making plans for her stay during the summer, talking about our jobs, our summer activities, you name it. Now, it seems that we don’t have that much in common any more, besides the fact that we work like bees during the summer. The conversations aren’t painful like they were after the breakup, but it’s not totally open like it was in the past. When I talk to her, it’s almost like she never really existed and she’s a ghost of a person, slowly fading away.

It’s bizzare how two people who can be that close to each other slowly become strangers, after a given time. It used to bug me that that we’re drifting apart, but now I’ve realized that we’re two totally different people and she’s not the woman that I fell in love with years ago. That’s how life goes, I guess.

Her birthday is coming up on August the 6th. I still have the pictures of us from her last stay in my photo album; doubles, one for me and one for her. Before the phone conversation I was contemplating giving them to her, as a gift, reminding her of all the fun that we had on her last birthday. Now, I think that it would be better just to send her a card, wishing her a happy 20th. If she ever wants those pictures, she’ll phone, but I honestly doubt that I’ll get a call from her again. And after her 20th birthday, I doubt that I’ll phone be phoning her again. I don't want to be chasing after a ghost of someone that doesn't exist anymore. And, in the end, I’m okay with that.