Lately, I’ve been missing this girl:
The one who smiled genuine smiles, no matter how crooked.
The one who went adventuring, even when it was scary.
The one who believed good things.
The girl who walked 10 miles at a time in the name of exploration. The girl whose heartbreak inspired action. The girl who wrote letters and songs and silly poems and messages in the dirt on car back-windshields. The girl who aimed for “story” instead of “security.”
But last weekend, I found her again for a little while in Boston.
It was nice to see her again.