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are u ever just 13 years old and u end up in the same building at the same time for the same purpose as a beautiful boy and u don’t know it yet but he’s going to be one of the most important people in your life bc u meet that very day and u meet for so many days after and
he becomes your best friend and then u start living together and going to school together and u always somehow end up in the same place by chance but even if the chance isn’t there, u still choose him. out of every person in the world u can be with, u still choose the same boy
and he becomes as familiar as breathing and he starts knowing u as much as you know yourself, sometimes, admittedly, even better. so many years have passed now and you’re 21 but u still can’t go too far for too long before the invisible string starts tugging u back
and the world gets so crazy bc the world knows u now, and the world is always watching, but it’s okay. bc he’s there, like the steadiest presence in your life that he has always been and u hold on to him like u always have and
so many years have passed, so many songs, so many stages, so many people that have come and go and you’ve both changed into so many people, dressed up in all kinds of ways, but he still smiles the same, laughs the same
the world is spinning so fast it threatens to throw u off into space but there was never any need for u to worry bc u are anchored by the familiarity he brings. he’s different now, but
the way he holds you is still the same. the way he talks to you, teasing sometimes, fond always, is still the same. u both go through life together discovering everything together and u thought time would have forced u to drift apart by now
but the universe proves you wrong through songs written in folded papers, bike rides that take u as far as u both can go, and in the way he complains about u waking him up in the middle of the night to cook for u but still does it anyway. every single time.
and there’s a word for what u to have. it’s written in your other friends knowing glances. its written in the way your hands always seem to find each other. it’s written in the way your name feels as familiar to him as his own.
he knows this word as well. neither of you say it out loud for the same reasons. because the intensity of it terrifies you. because it feels too big, and not enough at the same time. sometimes u wonder, if the word is even right— if there really is a word for it.
you are 21 years old now and it’s only a few months more before he turns the same and you have no idea just how lucky the two of you are— to be so young and be guardians of such a rare thing.
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