Look up old friends. When I moved he told me if I didn’t kiss him goodbye I’d regret it the rest of my life. He was right. Well, I regretted it until 2014.
A Bolivian boy who rode on the same school bus as me and my long-term committed crush when I lived in Jakarta. I was in fifth grade, he was in fourth. I thought he was so handsome. His whole family had eyes that naturally looked as if they had under-eyeliner. His mom was my Spanish teacher and we were neighbours so I would come over and play with his sisters. Sometimes I wonder what he grew up to look like 🥺 Brandon, if you see this hmu lol 👉👈
I repressed most of 2019 for traumatic relationship reasons. Today, I thought about a dance at uni that I attended in March 2019, for the first time since, and I was hit with the worst case of "it's such a small world" ever. I had flashbacks of me shit faced and sad, trying to flirt with some lil cutie on the dance floor in the most cringe way possible. Fast forward 6 years...and this lil cutie is my best friend's husband's best friend. Got to meet him at the wedding shower and talked to him at the wedding too. Told him that he seemed so familiar, and it's probably because we have mutual friends through school since we went to the same university. I'm hoping he doesn't remember anything, but I am mortified either way...
