I never knew how much I took for granted until I thought about the night of Halloween in 2019.
I dressed up as Waldo, but I guess that's not an important detail. At the time, I had just started dating my boyfriend three weeks prior, and he had brought me under his wing and into a new friend group.
It was awesome.
We had amazing people around us, and that Halloween was one to remember; from laughing and smiling, to the darkest backgrounds and secrets. We went trick or treating, making so many jokes down the streets and shoving each other into moving cars.
When we got back to their house, we ate mozzarella sticks like children, and sorted through our candies, trading off the ones we didn't like as much as others.
I never knew that would be the last normal Halloween I had. My best friends at the time (twin boys), whose house we were all at, sadly informed us that they had to move over summer due to militant parents, and we shortly after lost another person in the group (who I now call my best friend).
When the twins moved away, me and my boyfriend were not the same people, not to mention COVID hit only 6 months later than our last normal Halloween. Me and him were basically heartbroken, feeling like we lost the best people we had outside of each other.
However, we always have that last halloween to look back to; the laughs and the cries, the good jokes and the bad ones.
I really relate to this. Especially the military part. It's really hard seeing someone really close move but it's just important to remember the fun you had and be grateful it happened.
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