Thank you for holding my hair when I threw up in the toilet, though I don’t think it was necessary to cry because of how beautiful you thought my curls were. Thank you for finding my cell phone underneath the sink when I had convinced myself that I had lost it. Thank you for making me 20x more confident in my outfit. Thank you for turning on throwback music and dancing with me, although I’m grateful that I don’t entirely remember either of our dance moves.
You were a great friend for a few minutes, and I’m sorry that we never made it out for breakfast the next day like we had planned. In all honesty, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t even recognize you on the street. Our parting ways was probably for the best, our friendship only destined for bathroom stalls and a vodka haze.
