The Good Times.

When I went on trips with my three best friends, we had this tradition where we would draw each other’s names and choose the tackiest possible souvenirs for one another. Then, on our last night of the trip we would have dinner, exchange our souvenirs and vote on whose was the funniest.

Things like this remind me that although we’ve all found ourselves in this darkness, although these women and I are no longer in each other’s lives, there were memories like this. There was good there, and there was love and laughter. Even if it didn’t last longer than any of us expected. It was there and it was wonderful. And beautiful. And it warmed my heart.



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