“To be honest, I didn’t think we would be eight.”
Eight years. Of clutching at our stomachs from laughing incessantly, and waking up all puffy-eyed from yesternight’s crying. Of irritating the world with our thousand-and-two inside jokes, and standing strong on each other’s side should the world turn their backs on either of us. Of experimenting with and thereafter embracing makeup in slowly-but-surely stages, and still having the quintessential rock-hand-sign pose with each camera session.
We’re a walking contradiction. At best.
