the fact that i was steaming didn't really bother me. the air was cold, and the snow was falling as we sat in 100 degrees. my head was in a completely different world than my heart was, figuratively and literally. i miss you, sandy. i miss you, late nights and deep conversations and feeling a little more alive, naturally.

i think i remembered why we are best friends:

"you know what? i just wish he were ugly. that would make life so much easier."

"he should just be your maid of honor, then."
"or i can just make my husband be best friends with him so he could be the best man."
"yeah, you could just marry my brother."



and i think i remembered why we were best friends, but those are reasons that i'll keep to myself.