We used to share practically everything.
We loved warm evenings on the deck, stoli vanilla in tall glasses, movies no one else understood, and a time we were inadvertently wishing away.
We shared a hope for a future. A future where we weren't in need of one another, but where we'd still be there anyway with a promise.
A promise, that no matter how much things changed, we wouldn't.
But like a hawk, he swooped down into our tiny world of miniature happiness, and made her happy... for real.
He became her friend in a way I never could, with the appropriate prefix for permanence.
He carried her away, ending our shared everything and creating a new one for her.
And so I now carry our miniature happiness on my back, glancing up to make sure she's safe in his wingspan and assuring her she has a familiar place to land if she needs to.
But I'm also hoping she never does.
***CONGRATULATIONS TO MY GOOD FRIEND BRI ON HER ENGAGEMENT!***