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bizarre

  • Writer: anna
    anna
  • Nov 5, 2022
  • 2 min read

it’s bizarre


how on saturday

i went to the most beautiful bridal shower for the most beautiful couple

(and while i am biased i am also objectively correct)


one who

probably

oh 7 ish years ago

(i did just try to confirm it on instagram)


i thought hey,

they are both super cool, i bet they’d think each other are super cool.

and i showed my cousin

her instagram


and well,

they did the work from there


but a tiny fraction of that story involves me


the connection point

and we laugh about it as they both wear rings and have 7 years of history between them.




and then the next day

to get a text from my dear friend anne


she says


parker and i broke up, can we hang out this week



and

this couple


anne

who i love every moment i’m with her

makes time feel light

who my biggest regret involves what i said to her one night


and that she doesn’t even remember


parker

who is a close friend

close here meaning


good times and times where

well i wrote about it here probably

someone i am actually just really bad at understanding

but who when we do find shiny moments of understanding is wonderful



a set up i arranged

let’s be honest not with the cleanest of intentions

(ask me the story and i’ll tell it)


when we went and fed the homeless

them together

and me + andy watching it happen


andy and i never talked again


but anne and parker


well it was beautiful


key being was


he who was so grumpy about dating (&girls generally)


softened

and she

who loves so big and so much

but who gets weighed down in her mind


felt calmed


i heard the stories from both sides

the fist kiss


the almost ending


the continuing the working through the harder things



the things they loved about each other



and then this.


an end.

and both so utterly broken


both so desperately still wanting each other


but knowing,

it’s not right.


listening to her first

and feeling the love through the sadness


and then

listening to him

as i renewed my library card and looked for a book of poetry


talk about his emotions

this engineering guy, this logic guy

talk so much about love and loss and all about a girl i love.



and i’m the lucky one

the cheater even


because i get to have both of them now and for the foreseeable future


and they can’t have each other.








what it meant

I sit on my laptop writing about islam his head resting warmly on my leg from the start my hands in his hair was a goal, a far away...

 
 

xoxo

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