for the person who somehow
became home.
her name is naomi.this is just a small corner of the internet dedicated to the girl who makes ordinary things feel a little less ordinary.
the small stuff is usually where the real story lives.
randomly. suddenly. no warning.
her drink = still very much her drink.
if she likes it, somehow she can finish all of it.
even when the day is completely ordinary.
late-night video call. excited. then asleep.
sometimes she farts in the car. this made the archive.
i had just gotten back from college and somehow ended up joining a church retreat.
then she asked me to help bring her bag down.
somehow, the wrong bag ended up in my car.
later, she replied to my instagram story.
“sorry, who is this?”great first impression.
but i still remember it.
omik, thank you for coming back.
i honestly didn't think we'd get this close again.
thank you for choosing to change, for trying to make things better, and for understanding more than i expected.
i'm proud of you.
you're still young, but somehow you understand so many things that make me feel safe and comfortable around you.
and maybe that's what i love most.
we get to grow,
while still growing together.
and somehow,
we're still here.
thank you for being you.