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  • I was 14, and pretty uncomfortable in my own skin. I had a sense of who I wanted to be—the “me” that felt right—but that’s hard in high school. To move into yourself.

    {To just “be” is hard.}

    He was older & slightly wiser. He had navigated the twisted and slimy walls of being a teenager a bit longer, but he was searching, too, for what it meant to just be him.

    I saw a light in him, and he in me, and together we grew, and we supported, and we laughed and laughed and laughed. My spirit glowed when I was with him.
    High school was pretty awesome.

    His senior year, we found ourselves outside at a party. We shared one of those sun tanning chairs popular in the 90’s—the ones on which you have to lay carefully to avoid their collapse on top of you.

    We were both on the verge of collapse. Starring at the stars and a little too cold {it was fall}, we dreamed about the future. It was scary and it meant confronting the fact that the world is really big. But that night I realized something wonderful & comforting that continues to sustain my life: he is my "forever friend."

    Thank goodness I found him.
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