We were friends in the quiet places. On starlit sidewalks and on swing sets, beneath the halo of streetlights and beside the shushing of the ocean. We were midnight friends, two am, four am, friends. Anytime and on either side of the ocean, friends.
We were friends in the loud, unbearable way. The way reserved for siblings or those you've allowed to become close as such. Boisterous and obnoxious, silly and endearing. Tears, lice, twenty-seven hour train rides, trans-Atlantic plane rides, professions of love, or not. We were our best and worst with each other, never once fearing that the other would leave.
He was married on Sunday. And it was beautiful.
We were friends in the loud, unbearable way. The way reserved for siblings or those you've allowed to become close as such. Boisterous and obnoxious, silly and endearing. Tears, lice, twenty-seven hour train rides, trans-Atlantic plane rides, professions of love, or not. We were our best and worst with each other, never once fearing that the other would leave.
He was married on Sunday. And it was beautiful.
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Lovely how love spreads, unable to exclude.
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