Solo-ish Perspective Perspective Interpretation of the news based on evidence, including data, as well as anticipating how events might unfold based on past events My childhood best friend broke my heart. I was 3, Kristen was 4. I was wearing yellow, my favorite color at the time, from head to toe. She was at the park with her older siblings. I was there with my dad. They all encouraged us to play. Very quickly, Kristen and I became best friends. Our childhood was marked by her mom yelling at us for climbing the fence in her back yard, singing Good Charlotte while we tried to break into her forbidden attic and telling secrets late at night until my mom came in to tell us to be quiet.
When I was 11, my mom died and I moved in with my dad, who lived about an hour away. Kristen was the only person I could really talk to about missing my mom and our life together. I called her every day after school and visited her at least one weekend a month.
When I was 13, I came out as queer. Kristen was one of the first people I told. I typed again quickly, and then pressed enter: Was she queer, too? We began dating almost immediately. Check yes, no or maybe. We were together for about two or three months, which felt like forever when I was We held hands when we went on dates to the mall and the movies, and I yelled loudly at every straight guy who snickered.
She no longer wanted to be prom dates when we got to high school. Every time I looked at her, all I could think about was that she liked somebody else. We toned down our monthly sleepovers to seasonal, and our other best friend, Jessica, became the glue that kept our friendship together.
All of our hangouts were the three of us, because one-on-one hurt me too much. I dated a few other girls, but I never really connected with them. Kristen was dating one of her guy friends, and I started dating Macey. Almost immediately, things were different with Macey. When I reached for her hand, I could tell that she wanted to hold it.
Just beyond the fence in her back yard, I could see the park where we met. We stayed on her porch until the sun turned burnt orange and I started getting hungry.