I will never forget, no matter how hard I try.
It would never fade away.
We woke up the next morning to a make your own waffle bar.
I hate thinking that all that time and effort was nothing but favors to you.
You were there as a lover when I needed someone to sweep me off my feet. You were there.
Pick up the phone and call that friend. That friend who you used to hang out with all the time.
“Remember me as a woman who didn’t give a fuck about trivial things, worked hard, and achieved things she never imagined she would.”
Your hair, strands sitting lazily across your face. The smell of the BBQ, blurring the space between us as it becomes part of the summer heat.
Believe in something. It doesn’t have to be church or religion. But find something you genuinely believe in and let it shape you.
I’m slowly learning that it’s okay to look back and realize how different things are now, how different we’ve all become.