or when your best friend finally comes home.
i arrived to school sluggish and tired but ready for life to be normal again, with people in it that made me smile instead of being trapped in my room, alone and insane.
as i opened one door to the chorus room, i recognized a familiar backpack exiting through the other.
"hey!" i said after him, turning around, a little smile beginning to tug at the corners of my mouth.
it's only a split second during which he continues walking away, but then he turns toward me, and his arms wrap around me. a tight embrace brings warmth into me after walking through the cold.
he gives the best hugs. i realized again how much you can miss a person when they mean enough to you. as we stood there, laughing and smiling and eventually returning to the chorus room to sit and talk, i thought about nothing except the fact that he was here right now, breathing the same air that i was and not some air 1200 miles away.
we're here because we're here because we're here because we're here we're here because we're here because we're here because we're here.
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Smart Girl
Igaztörténetthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
