Selfies

A year ago, we gained an interest in dressing up so we could look more like "girls". Well, It was a phase to look back to - the intentions were questionable, but what left of it is not necessarily bad... I kept your photo. I don't think I should, but I did. I think you looked pretty, and you don't take that many photos for me to keep. You looked pretty every time we hung out, but I couldn't keep any of those moment in a more physical sense, which is quite a shame for me.

Still, today, I stumbled upon it - that first photo I got to keep of you. I remember your face that day like I remember the lyrics to my favorite song. The way you parted your hair, the way you drew your eyeliner, the way you stood off to the side from our friendgroup but still stood out to me, etc. You had so much fun, but you shied away from compliments because neither your parents or the internet prepared you for them. I wish I could give you more at that moment. I wish I could give them to you now, actually. Because, you and I, we're not trying to be "girls our age" anymore. We look like how we want to look like. I want you to look at me of the present the most, and I think you'd want me to see you for who you are right now as well.