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We were small enough to believe the world began at the edge of our streets and ended where the streetlights buzzed on. Back when summer clung to our skin, and our only responsibility was to be home “before it got dark.” We were architects of chaos, professionals in harmless shenanigans, masters of the late nights, conspirators in revolutions at Little Africa, fueled by courage and nerve. We swore we’d never change. Swore we’d live near each other forever. Swore we’d stay exactly as we were, grass-stained, loud, half-feral and fearless. ::then we changed:: There were seasons when we didn’t speak. Weeks that turned into months. Silences that felt too heavy for two kids who once shared every secret like it was oxygen. We grew sharp in places. Proud in places. Hurt in places we didn’t yet know how to name. But even in the silence, even in the not-speaking, you were stitched into my story. A permanent chapter no distance could edit out. Because childhood friends aren’t just people. They’re witnesses. To who we were before the world rearranged us. Before we learned caution. Before we learned goodbye. We’ve been reckless together. We’ve been silent together. We’ve been strangers for a while, and somehow still know exactly how the other takes their coffee. Time did what time does. It stretched us. Bent us. Pulled us into separate skies. But somewhere beneath the years, beneath the pride and the pauses, there’s still that old current, that knowing look, that familiar laugh, that shared history humming just under the surface. And when we found ourselves back in the same town, under that same fading light, It didn't take long, ::one grin:: ::one memory:: ::one reckless idea:: And we were right back in the middle of it, causing just enough trouble to feel alive again.
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:15 PM UTC
The Years Between Us
We were small enough to believe the world began at the edge of our streets and ended where the streetlights buzzed on. Back when summer clung to our skin, and our only responsibility was to be home “before it got dark.” We were architects of chaos, professionals in harmless shenanigans, masters of the late nights, conspirators in revolutions at Little Africa, fueled by courage and nerve. We swore we’d never change. Swore we’d live near each other forever. Swore we’d stay exactly as we were, grass-stained, loud, half-feral and fearless. ::then we changed:: There were seasons when we didn’t speak. Weeks that turned into months. Silences that felt too heavy for two kids who once shared every secret like it was oxygen. We grew sharp in places. Proud in places. Hurt in places we didn’t yet know how to name. But even in the silence, even in the not-speaking, you were stitched into my story. A permanent chapter no distance could edit out. Because childhood friends aren’t just people. They’re witnesses. To who we were before the world rearranged us. Before we learned caution. Before we learned goodbye. We’ve been reckless together. We’ve been silent together. We’ve been strangers for a while, and somehow still know exactly how the other takes their coffee. Time did what time does. It stretched us. Bent us. Pulled us into separate skies. But somewhere beneath the years, beneath the pride and the pauses, there’s still that old current, that knowing look, that familiar laugh, that shared history humming just under the surface. And when we found ourselves back in the same town, under that same fading light, It didn't take long, ::one grin:: ::one memory:: ::one reckless idea:: And we were right back in the middle of it, causing just enough trouble to feel alive again.
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I'll never forget when we were so young, you lived next door & we did everything together. I'll never forget that time I came over for your birthday party & we accidentally locked ourselves in the bathroom, crying & screaming on the floor because the handle broke off and we thought we would never be found. I'll never forget when we were sent outside of the classroom because we talked to each other too much. We sat on the side walk in silence. Staring at a crushed, sticky candy apple glowing bright artificial red in the beaming sun on the pavement leftover from last night's school carnival. I'll never forget how we could play outside A L L day long until the sun went to sleep and we smelled of freshly cut grass with wild flowers behind our ears. The way we would swing so high until the tips of our toes would touch the leaves at the top of the trees above. And we'd laugh nervously when we swung back down as our stomachs would release a kaleidoscope of butterflies. I still remember... And I still smile...
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
Childhood Best Friend
So we met in middle school Feeling oh so awkward Both of us alone and not "cool" Not knowing the future we walked toward Each time we meet It's like I'm playing a guessing game The sound of your voice is so sweet Each time I'm hoping nothing's the same So we burn in the sun And talk together at night Reading the clouds never seemed so fun Falling asleep until twighlight Shared whispers Cracking jokes Walking along the beach shores I feel like my love is a hoax Each time we meet It's like I'm playing a guessing game The sound of your voice is so sweet Each time I'm hoping nothing will change Then one night, after you get home I tell you my feelings For me it's a guessing game, But you say, "I'm with another guy." I'm always playing a guessing game A guessing game, guessing game, A guessing game! Guessing the feelings of the world... Each new day brings a new guessing game.
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Guessing Game