There's something interesting about time.
It has this unique ability to form connections.
In the book The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell it discusses the idea that very few friends actually became friends because of common interests. They became friends because of proximity; they just spent a lot of time together.
In the case of me and my friend Bryan, that is very much true. We hated each other. The first time that I remember meeting him I got mad cause he was joking around and grabbed the Mountain Dew out of my locker. Well the next day he tried to fight me. I snuck out of it. Whew. A year later I joined the football team, something that put us feet away from each other for two or three hours a day. He is now the closest thing I have to a brother.
In dating this is often the case as well. You spend time around someone, you learn to appreciate the good and bad about them, and suddenly you feel a little empty when this person is no longer around. As Billy Ocean says, "you wake up and suddenly you're in love."
Even though romantic feelings never had time to properly develop, I spent some time in Van Horn, Texas, this summer. With the exception of my motel, I spent more time in the city park than anywhere else. Though it is blocked by a bush, there is a nice bench in this park. It is there that I read most of Malcolm Gladwell's book Blink.
Even though I wasn't there under the best circumstances, I'm glad that I got to spend some time in Van Horn. I know that the next time I drive east past El Paso I'll be happy to see the Van Horn sign. I might even get off and take a reading break there on my bench.