Of funny conversations about curls, ants, and 420. Of playing against “the threat” but beating them because This Sh*t’s Good! Of yelling and getting yelled at. Of shaking hands while saying “good game” after almost an hour’s worth of wishing they won’t catch the ball. Of finally being introduced to your eye candy. Of winning two games when you’ve only fought one. Of sporting a new scar because you tripped yourself. Of going further north and back. Of hearing epic statements like “I made the rules!” Of having lunch with the team. Of skate sessions. Of going downhill. Of being nice even when it hurts. Of things being okay again, at least for a good number of minutes. Of being chased with a disinfectant because you’re too afraid to do it yourself. Of playing video games. Of remembering how things were before. Of questions still unanswered. Of dealing. Of still helping despite having your heart broken. Of surfing on concrete. Of sharing the stoke. Of being so close but still so far. Of hesitation. Of going with the flow. Of knowing you’ll play better once your scar’s healed. Of finding comfort in another person’s presence. Of realizing how much you miss someone. Of wondering what happened. Of happily munching on dirty ice cream. Of sitting on the sidewalk while watching skater boys and girls dance gracefully on boards in various shapes and sizes. Of laughing. Of healing. Of an epic Sunday evening.

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