Something old
This is my high school buddy. The one that I met when I was still a kid. That grew with me. That shared my firsts. The one that anchors me
to my inner self. The one that knew me before I was a grown up. My longest
relationship. The family I chose for myself.
Something new
This is my friend that my kids brought to me. The mum of
their friend. The one I was drawn to despite not being in the ‘friend market’.
The one that comes from a different place to me but shares the same values. The
one that I see myself sharing my future with even though we don’t share a past.
The friend I found after I discovered myself.
Something borrowed
This is my friend that is the girlfriend of my brother and
brother-in-law. The sister of an ex boyfriend. The wife of a cousin. The one
that is on loan while they’re together. The one I think about after they’ve
split up. The one I’m friends with on Facebook.
Something blue
This is my boy-friend. The one that never crossed the line –
and never will. The one that comes to me for girl advice. The one that likes
clothes shopping with me. The gay one.
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