Human beings can only maintain about 300 close relationships
More than this becomes too much to process
I have 450 instagram followers
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I don’t look at most of their posts- most of them get scrolled past in the blink of an eye
Even those of old friends…
Sometimes i’ll let my mind wander for a moment
I can’t remember your voice, but I remember being close to you
I miss you!
I think?
Was it just not meant to be, or somewhere along the line did we lose it
That intimacy we had
Secrets shared
Days spent
Trouble gotten into
It’s sort of funny, because we diverged
I went one way
You the other
And we ended in the same-ish spot
With the same-ish interests
And the same-ish people on our chopping blocks
If I told you everything that has happened to me since
I like to think you’d laugh, whispering that you told me so
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Did I put my eggs in the wrong basket?
I do seem to have found some peace
Some pieces of joy to hold on to
Have you?
I lived- for all that entails
Did you?
I long to hear all about it
I long to say You were right!
These pants are great!
And punk music rocks!
And that group of girls is one of the worst things to happen to me!
Dying your hair is awesome!
And so are 90s cartoons!
Good friends aren’t clean cut!
And neither are happy days…
For all this useless pondering
You were my friend
Hey, do you remember your 16th birthday party?
That was fun
Let’s do it again sometime