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It all seems so faraway now. Like a distant shore where we once got drunk and cried and laughed and smoked. It all sounds like an echo now. But not the haunting kind. Just a faint echo that you strain yourself to hear.

So now there’s talk about kids and husbands, partners, household budgets, bills to pay and work. The lack of boys to date worry a few, the husband who says nothing, the husband that left, the husband that deals with insanity, and the borrowed husband have successfully conquered those shores.

So the fading shores seem much farther away than we thought. But not everyone wants to go back even when we remember it to be so good.

And because we think we can make good out of the here and now, we meet, we talk and through eyes brimming with tears we hope. We are so convinced, that by turning our backs on what brought us together we can push forward and make our mark. It could be a job thing that turns into a career. It could be the little one that made us mothers. It could be the guy who might finally be the one.

But I remember, how it hurts to be together as much as how good it felt. It hurts to talk about things that I guard with my heart and yet it’s good to sometimes just let it all out.

They’re so happy it’s hard to share my aches. They’re so sad it’s hard to share my joys. But they’re people I grew up with, so when they ask me questions I give honest answers, sometimes far too brutal.

But the best of it is there’s no judgement, because they are the friends of my youth and no matter what I have become now, they will still see that part of me that they knew to be pure.

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