for one.
it snowed the night i got there and it snowed the day i left. it's perfect every time. all of it is unforgiving. and that's the thing, i can't take it back-the tears, the letters, heartache, the anything. i battled a cold winter, starting two summers beforehand at the pool on thirty third and p. you called me to tell me that you had made one of the biggest decisions in your life. probably similar to sleeping in the biggest bed alone. the room must have been too quiet. your second home is my house, not often you reside here, but you know you're always welcome. she had that laugh thats hard to get out of your head. with half asian eyes filled with brown and surrounded by white. rosy cheeks, and i could pick you out of a crowded street.
"what were you thinking walking over here?"
she took a second and looked for the words.
"i was just covering the shortest distance between loneliness and your smile."
there are times where people find themselves longing for too many words in a breath and waiting for something exciting to happen. she stood longing for nothing, in a place that made her realize she had everything.
thank you, rachel claire gehringer, you are by far the most genuine and most welcome friend i've ever had. i LOVE you.