“Connecting…” It was a picture of a book I bought her when we were in middle school. It had girly-curly font on the front and she told me it sucked. It was the worst book she ever read. She still makes fun of me for it sometimes. In the message she wrote, “And the Holy grail of our friendship…”
That was a good one. I didn’t have good ones. I really wished I did. I really wished I could find that stupid bookmark with the stupid salt and peppershakers on it but I had been stupid and careless and I lost it. Now I was looking through things that I haven’t looked at since I stuffed them in the pockets I was currently pulling them out of.
I found a note she’d written on my class schedule signed with a peace sign + a heart. I took a picture and sent it, no message.
She texted back, “Damn, girl. Clean your room!”
I didn’t respond. I took a picture of a collection of post-its she’d wrote notes on to me and sent it, no message. I shook my head feeling stupid and careless. I rushed to find something else to send.
