she put flowers in my hair


we walked and scuffed at rocks and aww'd at baby ducks

we talked about our hopes, our fears, our great loves and broken hearts

mostly the last two

because they're what everyone has in common.

everyone has a tale of great romance

great, sweeping loves that carry you away

and everyone has had their heart stepped on

thrown away, set on fire, or simply left behind

but not everyone

gets to have a friend like her.