Chapter One
We met sophomore year because you needed a pen.
You never gave it back.
A few weeks later I stopped looking for somewhere to sit when I walked into class. There was just the seat next to you.
Opening
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Maya
best friend
Thirty. And somehow we grew up together.
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Chapter Two
You said you didn't want to do anything for your thirtieth, so somehow we ended up in your kitchen at 11 at night with a grocery-store cake and one candle.
Very on brand for us.
Birthdays, bad apartments, new jobs, a lot of ordinary Tuesdays. And somehow, there you are.
Chapter Three
Everybody else had gone home. We stayed outside talking about absolutely nothing for another twenty minutes.
I don't even know why this is one of the pictures I wanted in here. It just feels like us.
What you gave me
“You are the reason I stopped apologizing for taking up space. I don't think you know that. You made room for me so consistently that eventually I learned to do it for myself. That's the strange thing about growing up with someone. So now you know.”
Alex · Voice note
A voice note from Alex
Some things are easier to say out loud
Somehow, we grew up together. Happy 30th, Maya.