It’s a type of bond that cannot be defined by the present.
Maybe it’s just a thing us girls do when we’re feeling all woe-is-me and shoving cheese doodles into our mouths by the handful during a rough week, on an especially rough night, when the frickin’ Chinese delivery guy forgot our eggroll.
I fantasize about those summers, when goodbye was real, the same way I do about old novels and love stories.
It is hard to argue a better way to spend a Saturday (or any day really) than on a river float. Almost as if it’s a rite of passage onto becoming a true Oklahoman.
Charisma isn’t something that anyone inherently has. It’s something that’s given you by those who respect you and what you have to say.