Even now, I would never be able to honestly say I regret being picked on.
It used to be that I could call you on a Sunday afternoon to say, “Meet us at Shoolbred’s!” And you’d be there in ten, guacamole order placed, debating whether to sit in front of the fireplace or at the round mosaic table with the street view.
Whatever it is, and however embarrassed you are of it. I want to know. I want to know all of you. Your quirks, your sadnesses, your triggers, your Subway sandwich order.
The way you don’t need to do anything to have fun, just hanging out on the couch with them is more fun than anything you do with your acquaintance friends.
It’s a massive thing to decide to cut people out, standing up for yourself and your own esteem is terrifying and potentially hurting someone you used to think had the sun shining out of every orifice can be stressful.
For making school feel like home.
hey don’t sweep us off your feet and make big promises. They don’t twirl a magic wand and change our lives one fine day. But they do make us believe that life is a robust mix of bittersweet moments worth cherishing.
Their beauty isn’t the only reason you love them, and that should go without saying. It may have been the reason you were first attracted to them, but it’s certainly not the reason you’ve stayed with them this long.
It doesn’t matter how long they’ve actually been in your life, it feels like it’s been forever.
It was a serious conversation, but not about love or men or marriage. We used our choices like a friendship ledger. Who claimed spaces in our platonic hearts. Who mattered most. Whose credit ran deepest. Sometimes we would recalculate, drop a name off, add a name on.