this blogpost will make no sense except to one person who will read it. she knows who she is. i am thinking of her today.
there was this day.
i was sitting on a hill.
we were eating food that would later make me ill and we would laugh, hysterically, at the wind.
you weren’t happy.
you were worried i would ditch you because you weren’t happy.
so silly. you didn’t ditch me when i was sad.
i said “it’s just a hump”, and i wasn’t just talking about the hill.
you’d met me with a sign, we had laughed so hard and i’d yelled animal names out the window, whilst we laughed at mattresses tied to the roof of a car.
it all seemed so beautifully random, and still raises the biggest grin from me when i reminisce.
our pj pants in a place where, any other day, that would seem so very rude.
the world’s largest collapsible-in-wind nomadic home, with porch and lounge area.
words like “oh my sack. we survived it” on a sunday morning.
crucial life lessons that mean nothing to anyone when i say “well, you know, i learnt this trick for survival from a friend”.
how i wanted to tell you that day on the hill, that it’s only brave people who admit to being sad.
that it is more courageous to cry, than it is to be angry.
that you are the bravest person i have yet just met.
that day on the hill.
with cool gloves and big hearts.
a big heart for you today. thank you for believing in me, and letting me believe in you.
you make it so easy, after all…
with you, being you. so unashamedly you.
with you, being so very much not-giving-up-ever and so-couldnt-doubt-you-even-if-you-tried.
with you, who laughs when the world blows bubbles and does not quiver in the face of things that other people would run away from.
thank you for inspiring me. thank you for keeping me strong. i am thinking of you today.
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