Feeling nostalgic today.
Of all the people I know, Hillary, you’ve always been unapologetic in being true to yourself and what you want.
(Now you’re getting married after what seems like forever. But we all know you and Travis belonged to each other for keeps even back when people still bought CD’s.)
I remember meeting you and not liking you (the feeling was mutual) and then all of the sudden not being able to imagine my life without you. I remember first boyfriends and comparing notes on what it meant to be fumbling and foolish and not really in love but acting like maybe that’s what we were supposed to do or say or feel. (The group boyfriend journal. Yowza.) I remember gauzy prom dresses and growing up okay and then visiting you at college. (Frat parties, screaming out of car windows, wandering around your castle dorm and apartment and then house.) And I remember you visiting me, ending up drinking in dark bars way too young, sweating on virtually every kind of Chicago dance floor, laughing under streetlights. It was sort of the perfect way to get things out of our system.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I still look up to you, because you know exactly who you are, and through every crazy thing we’ve ever done, you’ve always belonged to yourself. Not many people can say so much. Tomorrow, you get married and I have no idea if things will change, but from what I know of you, it gives me faith that you’ll just be you, but with Travis. (Who is awesome, by the way, and a very lucky bastard.)
Tomorrow, I think, it will just be another dance floor.
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(Just tell me, please, that you still have a few car screams left in you.)
