Girls

It strikes me that I may be alone, or at least quite rare, in my fond obsession with the girls I've known. Not to be too deep about it, but I recall vividly every single girl, all the way back through high school. I can remember faces, scents, religions, and names. I can remember instances and situations. But most of all I remember movements. I remember looks, skittishness, hugs and kisses. She way she picks things up and puts them back down.

No, I'm not alone here, but this is a big part of my life. While I've attempted to compile personal histories through other milestones, none leave more of a mark than which girl was where, when.