joella

Israel

she/her | high school | wasian | enfp

i sip inked tea in someone else's garden

(formerly ★ white mountains ★)

Message to Readers

dedicated to the friend I parted ways with before high school
I still think about you sometimes <3

ode to the yesteryear

May 10, 2020

FREE WRITING

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i was cleaning my room yesterday because god knows i've waited long enough
and from beneath piles of plastic junk i unearthed the remains of our friendship:
the little thread bracelet 
that i cut off of my wrist when it threatened my circulation
and that paperback we filled with our memories
decorated the cover with pastel marker, called it "the book of us", our shared diary,
we brought it to school every day in key-chain embellished backpacks
took turns bringing it home every night to write in
(i don't remember why i kept it, maybe you do)
what happened to the two gap-toothed kids squealing in the backyard as they drenched themselves with hose water
the muddy ground squelching beneath their feet
do you remember them?

you threw out your bracelet yesterday
found it while you were cleaning too, guess great minds think alike
or maybe it was the last remnant of the friend telepathy we loved to nurture

before you got rid of it you sat on your bed for a while
contemplating us
maybe you even shuffled through the pictures from summers long past just to get a nostalgia kick
posted the best one in a faded sepia filter on your story with the caption #throwbackthursday
in the movies i would've called you, or you would've called me
we would've reminisced for a while
while twangy sentimental guitar music swelled in the background 


we're different now
that's okay, it was supposed to be this way

but still miss you

 

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9 Comments
  • journal.scribbles

    So beautiful. I love how the format switches back and forth between italics. It's like that phone conversation they never had. Like I said, so beautiful


    7 months ago
  • sunny.v

    i felt this really hard. there’s a certain heartbreak in losing a close friend, and sometimes, it’s way worse than a romantic one. you always find yourself thinking if the other wonders about you too. this was beautiful, and i fell in love with the line “ in the movies i would've called you, or you would've called me“ just because of how hopeful and bittersweet it is. great work as always, jo! <3


    7 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Replying: Thanks for the feedback!


    7 months ago
  • poetri

    oof i felt this


    7 months ago
  • mia_:)

    Replying: Thank you for understanding! <3


    7 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Replying: Thanks for being brave and commenting your experience. While I hate that it's happening to you, it's nice to know that someone else sees what's going on.


    7 months ago
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    7 months ago
  • ElsaRee

    This soo amazing! I simply loved it!


    7 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    This whole piece is a mood, a lovely, well written, bittersweet mood.


    7 months ago