The ‘I REALLY Want to Drink Tequila Tonight’ Friend. One thing you definitely know about this person: he or she likes to drink.
I realize that part of why she made an impression on me was her courage and openness even with such a short future; her willingness to continue to live her life in a normal way, not frenzied or bitter.
You know what she likes and what she hates. You know what will make her day, and how to cheer her up. You’re in sync.
For the hours that we drive, we are caught in a protected net of time—no decisions need to be made just yet, no choices are sneaking up on us. There’s nothing we need to do or be other than here, now, and looking ahead.
Because loving them brings humor and grace into your life.
You are the cause for my insecurities. For my dysmorphic body image. You are the reason why I would sit in the bathroom as a child and pinch all my fat after you told me I was a fat ugly duckling.
That fluttery feeling you get when they look your way is probably just acid reflux. And sure, you find yourself imagining their perfect face whenever you zone off, but I mean, that’s suuuuper normal. Everyone thinks about kissing their friends. Kissing is FRIENDLY.
You tell each other the same stories over and over again. About halfway through you have a tendency to interject, “Wait, have I told you this before?” And the answer is always yes.
I’m sorry for the times I’ll put him first. You see, loving him is scary and exciting and new, and I want to devote my time and energy to this new bond. But I will never forget us.
Stop obsessing over your college almost-relationships. (Start moving on to bigger and better things — and people.)