And weeks went by but felt like hours
Spring would lie in summer showers
In my hair were winter flowers
This was our theme song. Driving back from Santa Monica at 12, blasting this song on the 10, fearing for our lives as you cut across five freeway lanes at 100mph in a mini van. No one could tell us it wasn’t magical.
We were so crazy, at least for a couple of Arcadia kids.
And don’t get me started on how you got a fake just so you can buy vodka and Kahlua and make cupcakes for comparative gov. Or how we’d pick up your little brother from Kumon with classical music blaring from your car. Or how everyone just looked so fucking confused when we talked because we always made logical leaps and switched between languages. I miss that kind of stupid shit. People who are as crazy as us are hard to find. Shit, I knew we were going to get along just fine the day I saw you. A 5’1 girl running into the locker room with a stack of cupcakes 4 ft tall, don’t think anyone is going to top that first impression anytime soon.
Anyway, the reason I’m writing about you today is because some crazy mofo decided to challenge me to blog for 30 days. If you’re reading this Ryan, fuck you. But really, how many friendships can withstand the test of time, distance, random periods of 0 communication, and can bounce back with a simple “hey guess what song I just heard at Starbucks” text?
Kammy. My sun, my moon, and all my stars. I can’t wait to see you again.
And we said
This has only just begun
In the end
Time forever favors the young