May 31
Currently stewing on who my friends were before we met.
I want to know what color their hair used to be. I want to know what trips they went on and where they went and what captured their attention. I love that the flowers they posted about at age fourteen are the same as the flowers they pointed out to me on campus. They’ve always thought the moon was beautiful. They’ve always smiled so wide. Who were their friends in high school? I want to know who loved my friends before I did. I want to know those past versions of my friends, too.
I love the people my friends used to be because without them, I wouldn’t have my friends now.
