I don’t really know what to say that hasn’t already been said.
There was a night when the moon was full. Its light danced with the water just so. I often message my best friend all the way in California when the moon is like that. This time I didn’t have to because she was right there looking at the same moon. The beautiful noise of the punk rock cruise subsided. I put my arm under hers and put my head on her shoulder. We said nothing. We just stared out at the moon.
Yeah, I cried. I don’t think she caught on that I was crying. I wasn’t sad. I wanted time to stop. Just for a little while. I wanted to move around in that moment. Dance in it. Laugh in it.
Lean into it.
I thought about the year I’d had and the year she’d had and was glad each of us survived. Her year is her story to tell, but I can say that I got off a lot easier than her. I wanted my best friend to just be okay.
I cried because I am happy. Happy tears are the best kind of tears. I find that the moon has a habit of bringing them out.
