i yearn for all my former best friends talking about our periods at recess first crushes first kisses first i-think-i-love-somebodys i miss french braids and reading cosmo before we knew what anything really meant there’s something about friendship that gives you hope for your future a sibling by choice but sometimes it doesn’t rain for weeks sometimes you move to new cities you become new people and when you come home you realize the river you used to walk in together has evaporated
