liberation, loss, some love letters
what a year, sis. it’s one we did and didn’t see coming – a year of planned milestones and unanticipated hard lefts, as we recalibrated our careers, our bad habits, our notions of what we want.
it strikes me we’ve been trafficking in polarities, where weekendlong sorority sleepovers met hours spent mining the realities that accompany age. we pretended we were younger, had different names, fewer questions – and then woke up grateful for the shades of grey we occupy.
Read Moreyour birthday was yesterday and you’re less than four feet from me at present which makes this all a little silly, but there are some things I want to memorialize. these past few months with you have been a gift. we’ve led busy, buzzy lives, and when the world stopped, we poured that momentum into each other – exploring, reaching deeper, luxuriating in the space to mine each other’s hearts and minds in ways regular life seldom allows. I’ve found myself rewriting my vows to you over and over during this time – as you’ve helped me see new parts of you, gently reflected pieces of me.
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