My best friend and I like to say we're going to end up
working in the same hospital one day.
We have to believe something.

But, right now, all I can think is that
we're very cute
for laying out these adorable, little future fantasies.

I bet the universe would be laughing at us
if there was anything there to do the laughing,
but there isn't.
No path is decreed out of spite or favor.
There's nothing there to do the decreeing.

It is chance that rules our game,
thoughtless chance,
a million cards falling exactly the way we hoped.

I do not pray for the world to do right by me
and give me the ends I am due.
I pray for luck.

And then I hug my best friend like it might be the last time I see her, and pretend that I have the choice to never let go.