have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t
I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.
I like System of a Down bc my boyfriend in 8th grade liked them. I make my own Indian food bc my bff freshmen and sophomore years of college was Indian. I have a weird accent bc I moved across country in the middle of my childhood and picked up west coast slang. I got into thrifting and vintage clothes bc my bff and I used to go to the Salvation Army in town to kill time. I started listening to this old timey radio station bc some guy at a college party introduced me to it.
