The friendship isn't glitter and gold
It's not fairytale happiness
Not all the time
Wasn't built on a happy-ever-after foundation
It's real and genuine
It's two-peas-in-a-pod
It's all confessions about crushes
Confessions about first loves
Confessions about almost loves
And broken unions and never-was ones
Our soul-baring crying over the phone
Crosslegged, seated on the floor of a Barnes&Noble
Temporary residents of the poetry aisle
Readings of Rupi Kaur, Lang Leav, and the classic poets
Literature bonding
Bonding through the smell of books
Hours long conversations
Our friendship evolves, shifts, and strengthens through the seasons
And I expect..
The malleability will change and harden overtime
Harden like steel, solidify like obsidian stone.
Our friendship is weathered storms
Hurricane hearts turned
Temperate climates
A calm sea
A blue cloudless sky
The nature of a year long friendship with one of my good friends and confidants. This is her early birthday present. I hope she loves it.