Mexico

Yesterday I called an old friend. They are making their way to Mexico with someone that they told me they want to marry. I met them when I was no riper than sixteen. Now they are this person on the other line. My heart swelled when they said something.

"It feels so strange to actually be loved. To have someone really care for me in the ways I have always longed to be cared for. It happened so perfectly. After a full moon where I burned all of my belongings on the beach and walked away from some people in my life who didn't need to be there. I had to do that. I met them. And suddenly it was-

'I'll go anywhere with you!!'

And that was it. Now we are going to Mexico together."

I wonder if my friend knows how happy I am for them. I think everyone should be in love, headed to Mexico. Happy.