day one - your best friends.
what is there that i can say to you that hasn't already been said? we are beyond what words can describe; we are in the territory where a hand on a shoulder can mean so much while a whole paragraph can mean so little. what is there between us that hasn't happened? we were thrown together and then pulled apart and then thrown back together and then pulled apart again. we have fought and cried and rolled our eyes and still, here we are, keeping track of our days through the signals we send through computer wires, through our thumbs tapping out texts and crackling voices from miles away. what can explain what we are? friends, roommates, classmates, surrogate sisters? we do not fall under categories contained in our language or any other. we are who we are, and i don't know how i got lucky enough to belong to it.
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