Day Three
Hundred and Forty-Eight: Semi-Flawless
Good
friends are hard to come by it seems, hard to have stick around, and hard to
support. I had a snuggle fest last night
which is why I’m late on this post, but it was definitely worth it. There were moments where we would just sit
and watch bad sixties Marilyn Monroe and not talk (or snooze) and we didn’t
need to. Something about the
comfortable-ness of best friends makes it okay to do these things. It’s okay to stand in a garden full of snow
uptown and yell “I’M IN THE GARDEN!è OVER AND OVER WITHOUT THEM GETTING ANNOYED. The Thing about good friends is that they
know when snuggling is a necessity. Oh
Zo, what a lovely night we had.
I miss the
days in highschool where we could spend afternoons and whole entre weekends
together without missing out on schoolwork and having the obligation to go to
parties or anything like that, but where we could just hang out and go to the
Farmerès Market and have picnics in the backyard. It is harder
to coordinate the time and place of our get togheters nowadays, but it
doesnèt mean that our friendship is any less.
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