news, rumors, word through grapevines, but a childhood sweetheart, not quite, more like the biggest childhood crush ever, getting hitched, chained and shackled, off the market, and what wasn't, never will get a chance to be what could have been, and memories, ahh, pleasant images from a history of long ago and far away, but the divergent paths of time, those alternate futures caused by alternate pasts, well, they crash together into what is, or what will be anyway, this saturday, and a smile crosses my face, as i imagine, and dream, and ponder, and smile again, because it's happiness at it's best, or supposed, and such dreams and wishes for her and her beau