talking over
street tacos,
multi colored salsas
and freshly squeezed limes
scattered between us.
i listen
as she shares
her skin bronzed
her soft blonde locks
thrown effortlessly
into a pony
she is so beautiful,
i think to myself.
and she listens too,
patient and quiet
as i ramble on and on
about my weight
and how i am trying
to eat more carrots
because my pant size
has gotten out of control.
i like our cadence.
we are like an
old married couple
we've grown to understand
each other
the way our teeth chatter
the way we sit in pauses
she can read my
body language
like a book
and i can hear the
subtle tones
of her voice
like a perfectly
memorized song.
sometimes i like to
buck against
the idea
that someone
knows me so well
i want to remain a mystery
after all..
but more and more
i find it to be a peaceful
resting place
to be known and loved
in weakness, in sorrow,
in brokenness,
[we all hold these things, do we not]
and also in rejoicing,
laughter,
and surprises.
like how she surprises me with kind words
that i didn't even know
i needed to hear..
after tacos,
we head to class.
afterwards she lets me sit in her car
and use her phone charger
because my phone is dead
and i need to use google maps
to find somewhere that
i've never been.
and i think with a smile,
this is what we've come to.
this is what
best friends
do.
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