When I was younger, I hated the idea of cheating. I hated everyone who once lied to their partners.
I slept with my friend’s mom for about 8 months when I was 15/16; she was 29/30.
I enjoyed the simplicity and ruthlessness of combat, but when I try talking to a woman, I freeze, panic, blush, shake, and stutter.
To the best friend I never thought I’d have, this is just a short appreciation letter to express how you’ve been a blessing to my life:
We were both seventeen. I still remember how it was like the first time I ever saw you, you wore a bright green hoodie and had your hair tied up in a high ponytail.
“South Africans will kick down a statue of a dead white man but won’t even attempt to slap a live one. Yet they can stone to death a black man simply because he is a foreigner.”
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by.”
You always hear this term “obesity” as you grow up. It’s something you want to avoid altogether; don’t become it and don’t approach it
It’s funny because we never talked.
I’ve been wanting to share this story with someone for a while, but it’s too embarrassing to tell without being anonymous.