Snatches of last night are coming back every now and again. Lying heavy on the wet grass with my arm around my friend being nervous about getting nervous. Dreams about teachers with tattoos and gushing sweat through floor length dresses. Bathroom mirror gazing double and absurdly, but sincerely, believing that our dancing bodies were moving in water shore to shore.
I just feel like a big bag of bones, rattling away habit and having trouble holding on to anything tangible anymore. This life that's changing so suddenly is throwing up memories of the past six years that used to mean so much to me, making me laugh out loud with my still-best friends. Of tentative Valentine's, and heart-wrenching text messages, of tears and gleeful hysteria and kayaking in the pouring rain talking about Twilight and DA BOYZ and keeping safe and sane.
How much we've changed since then isn't as scary as how much we haven't. We are just so little!
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