Braved a Detroit snow storm to attend the wedding of my best friend from college. I could just leave it at that and not make this a melancholy post. But if all you see is what I want you to know, how can you say that you know the real me. While it was a happy occasion, Why is it that I can never just be happy? Whenever I feel proud and joyous, sadness and angst is right beside it holding hands. Even now I can still feel my heart lodged in my throat. I smile for the camera. I seem like I’m at peace. But really, I’m always on fire. I think that’s why I hate taking pictures of my face. It betrays my personal constitution, to never lie to myself.
Nevertheless, I fulfilled a promise I made years ago. I don’t forget my friends even though I can understand their arguments to the contrary. I didn’t even stay for the reception. I bore witness to her union and left without saying goodbye. Who does that? What kind of friend…and she was supposed to be one of my best. Ten years I’ve known this one. The first true friend I made when I left the nest.
Anyways…Here! I smiled for the camera. Because that’s what we’re supposed to do, right? I know my family appreciated it. I believe that’s worth the fiction.