Our friendship is like a freakin Taylor Swift song.
We fight. Bitterly.
The next day you’re at my house at my grandma’s party. I apologize, you hug me, we smile and laugh. You charm my extended family (sly bastard). My godfather loves you now haha. He asked if we were “you know” and we both laughed and in perfect unison were like “nooooo”
“I would kill him.”
“More than I already always want to”
“We actually hate each other”
I can’t keep you away. You were here for.. Three days? And it feels weird now that you aren’t here.
You make my head just a confusing, rough storm. Churning and swirling. Crashing.
It’s so loud. It’s all so loud.