connecting the dots - isn't the universe hilarious sometimes?

There were many familiar faces at the wedding I photographed over Labor Day weekend, including Justin G. I always like to kid around with the groomsmen, to get some genuine smiles {I don't know of ANY men who enjoy getting their photo taken, ever. I mean, you'd think you were asking them to have a baby or something.}

So I started kidding Justin about how we used to "go out" in junior high. For like, a week, keep in mind. This meant that instead of being friends and goofing off, we ignored each other and avoided each other at lunch and recess like the plague for an entire school week. We couldn't, for the life of us, remember how or when we broke it off.


Fastforward to last weekend, when I was finally cleaning out our old dresser. I like to keep one of my allotted drawers for treasures. Gloves from Gomar, love notes from ex-boyfriends, etc. I came across a single school photo, of a classmate I wasn't particularly best friends with, and I thought to myself, "huh? I wonder why I held on to this specific photo?" Then I read the back.

That boyfriend of mine that Sarah made out with in 8th grade was nonother than Justin G. And Sarah, wherever you are, I am pleased to say that I never "got you back."