We’ll Always Have Spaghetti

***Disclaimer: I got this idea from Pinterest, an exercise where you write a 20 word sentence, then a 19 word sentence, and so on, ending the story with one word.***

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We do silly things when we’re young, when we’re convinced we really really like someone to the point of obsession.

It’s funny and absurd in equal measure that I waited to date the boy I liked in middle school. 

There was some unspoken get together/breakup queue that I happily joined, not knowing how wild that was. 

And once the girl before me was “let go,” I was next, and I was so excited. 

I couldn’t even speak to the cute, popular boy I pined over for a school year. 

But our “relationship” - who considers it dating when you can’t even drive? - lasted five months. 

Five baffling and blissful months of silence, and also Homecoming, Christmas and Valentine’s gifts. 

Our families got to go on that state band trip together in November. 

And I didn’t talk when I hung out with you and your parents. 

I don’t think I talked at dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse either. 

But I have a vague memory of a meatball moment. 

The whole Lady and the Tramp movie magic gesture. 

And that meant everything to me back then. 

It’s silly now, but a memory nonetheless. 

That adorable middle school puppy love. 

Fleeting and equally meaningless now. 

We’ll always have spaghetti. 

And our friendship. 

So thanks. 

Friend. 

THE END