My favorite

Let me paint a picture. 

My best friend and I, our eyes closed, the tide rising.

We cling onto each other near the ocean. cycles in tandem with the moon. 

30 days. 

Our breath is matched, our periods are matched, our love is matched. 

We’re vulnerable, we’re almost 20. 

The cold air nips the back of our necks waking us up to the future. 

But we have one another.