pizza.

we had pizza twice. the first time was after not seeing her for almost six months. probably the longest six months of my life. she hated me over something i said and i understood but that didn't mean i didn't miss her and that also didn't mean i wasn't sad that she despised me. the first time i saw her after six months we went to eat pizza. she was wearing a leopard print blouse and her hair was in a braid. i had never seen her in a braid. she smelled wonderful and she looked as beautiful as i remembered her. her best friend, her, and i walked to the pizza place. we looked at the outside menu and walked inside. it was warm. we were seated in a little booth. she sat down and i wasn't sure if i should sit down next to her friend or next to her. i wanted to sit next to her... and i did. i remembered the night i met her and how we went to denny's but never went in because my best friend was throwing up all over the place. i was told later that she wanted to go to denny's and sit next to me. the thought drowns me with a wave of nostalgia. i wanted to sit next to her too. her friend sits in front of us. we order our food: pepperoni pizza, barbecue wings, and salad. and she orders ice tea for herself and i order coke for myself. our salad and wings are brought to us first and we all grab some. our pizza arrives last and we all get a slice of the still sizzling pizza that is placed next to me. she gets barbecue on her chin and i try not to look at her while it's still there because it makes me smile and it makes me want to kiss it off. when i look at her again, it's gone. i eat my pizza and cut off the crust. "you don't eat the crust?" she asks. i shake my head no. "can i have it?" i nod, and say "go ahead." and she gets it from my plate and eats it. the thought of her eating something that is mine makes my heart warm. i think it's ridiculously cute that she wants to eat my crust. i'm sure it's not that it's my crust she wants to eat but i don't care, she is. i try not to smile but i do, i don't think she notices.

the second time we eat pizza we go to another place closer to her place. my favorite pizza place in san diego. except this time, it's my best friend, her, and i. we order a pepperoni pizza and three drinks. the cashier misspells her name on our receipt. our pizza is ready and my best friend goes and brings it to our table. we all grab a slice and i make it a point to cut off my crust and leave it on my plate. "aren't you gonna eat your crust?" she asks. no, i answer. "i'm gonna eat it then." i smile at her and say okay. she reaches over, she looks a bit excited, and eats my crust.

this reminded me of you and it reminded me of me.