i look at you in the bookstore and you’re reading poetry connecting us to galaxies. we’re calling it research but we’re just dissolving in a chemical wash of emotions.
yesterday. we weren’t always this close and i never took the time to find out why.
today though. we walk together towards something we’re not sure of. we’ve changed but i love who we are.
and the girls who crumpled in a fire–of mental illness, abusive men, afraid of who we were, and wallflower tendencies–found each other.
nothing is more powerful than us walking down to graduate together. here, with healthy relationships, loving men, unashamed of our quirks, and conquering our wallflower personalities.
that’s a chemical equation even i know could burn you if you handle it wrong.
i smile at you in the bookstore and grasp your hand. i am holding onto this moment.
my stardust girl.