bizarre
- 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.
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...