The first time I ever got high one of my friends stayed with me all night to make sure I was okay. She hated dancing but she took me to the pavilion for a party and sat in the grass while I danced.
That girl later became my girlfriend. And I’ll never forget how awkward and loving and supportive she was in those first few months.
It’s crazy how it’s the littlest things can remind you of such vivid memories. I still remember watching you trying to convince myself to stop dancing and take a walk with you.












