to be tender
there are some memories so precious to me, that i feel if i slightly bump my hip into them too hard, think about them a second too long, they’ll start to turn and not be perfectly intact on their axis. it is just a tender, happy moment, one that i’ll always hold dear. drunkenly playing this song with W and terrorizing storekeepers with our highly average singing in the piano shop, after laughing way too much by the birthday cards kids section of Hallmark -- this is one of those memories.
“if we live together, not all of our conversations will be soul-affirming, uplifting anymore...only like one-third...the other parts will be --”
“--hey, can you pick up more toilet paper?”
friendship is such a gift. as most of my closest friends the past two years have left or are leaving (too!) soon, i’m realizing what a vital part they play in my life. the most bittersweet reminders...