Some Things Don’t Ask to Be Held—They Just Stay
I think there's something so poetic about realizing that everything has changed—yet somehow, nothing has changed at all. Me and my friends have always loved chicken karaage from Tokyo Tokyo. I remember, to celebrate graduating 11th Grade, we rewarded ourselves with our comfort meal. Just kids running around, snapping photos at a photobooth and stuffing their faces with unlimited rice. Then I blinked, and now I'm here. Two years later. We're all in different schools, all different paths; no more circles while eating lunch nor waiting for one another in dim hallways. But somehow, we still ended up here. Same restaurant. Same orders. Same jokes that only we would ever understand. It’s funny how certain things—no matter how small—can tether you to someone. A bite of chicken, a seat by the warm lights, that one pose in the photobooth we never outgrew. We’re not the same people we were back then, but being together again felt like no time had passed at all. And maybe that’s what real friendship looks like—growing in different directions, yet still finding your way back to the same table. 🥢🍱
- nostalgia
- reminiscing
- friendship