[WP] You walk to the place where you both shared a moment together. You're older now and you haven't returned since that day you spent with them. Tell them what you would say to them now if they were here with you all these years later.

I walk up to her house and let myself in.

I walk slowly through it all. The kitchen, the living room, the backyard...there are so many memories, I don’t know where to start.

I end up in the kitchen.

We are drunk off our asses, sitting on her kitchen floor eating tortilla chips and giggling.

Our husbands are in the living room playing video games and rolling their eyes at us.

We just got back from her sister’s bachelorette party where we stayed late to clean up. (By clean up, I mean we finished off the near-empty vodka bottles and then skinny-dipped in her uncle’s pool.)

Her cheeks are flushed red and her eyes are sparkling.

We are in sweats and our hair is still slightly wet and tangled.


I pause my laughing, and I touch her hand.

She laughs and looks at me.

I tell her…

“I love you. I love you more then you could ever know. I don’t even know what kind of love it is. I love seeing you smile, I love hearing you laugh. I love your tattoos that you hide and your boobs that you got done when you turned 18. I love kissing you when we’re drunk and ending up in your kitchen eating and laughing. I don’t know if I want to marry you, or just be your best friend. I love hugging you and the way you smell. I love how you tell me things that no one else knows - how you feel sad and you don’t like yourself. I wish you knew how much I thought of you. I wish you knew how amazing I think you are. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody in this whole world. You are amazing. You are my soulmate.”

We hug and kiss (just a little kiss) and I hug her and play with her hair.

We stay friends for the rest of our lives and grow old together.


I hope, in an alternate reality, I say those things.

In this reality, we start to drift apart shortly after that moment in the kitchen.

Kids, husbands and regular life take up too much time.

I see her every once in awhile, and it is like no time has passed.

But 6 months ago, I got the phone call.

She was found on her couch. It was too late.

And my heart was broken in a way it never has been.

And I don’t think it will ever heal.

And I wish I had said all those things to her.

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