Love To Love You Less

Funny how little things trigger a memory so monumental that you have to capture it before it slips away.

Rufus Wainwright.

Would have never known who he was until I met Emily, Bryan and Sarah. Basically, they were the Pittsburgh crew that invaded Minneapolis slowly and eventually one by one dropped out, only to return back to PA.

Emily, was rude, blunt, and brassy. She was always my favorite. She spoke what was on her mind and didn't play into the bullshit that most people fed you after a harsh break up or an abrupt ending to a friendship. She always had faith in me and pined with me over hipster boys and the electricity that once surged an amazingly fresh and new city.

Sarah, similar to Emily was unapologetic and carefree. The thing with her was that she was a tough case to crack. While I had a friendly work relationship with Emily, Sarah was Emily's roommate who instantly caught my attention. She reminded me of a brooding Kristen Stewart type who looked right through you and figured out your intentions even before you spoke. She was brilliant and eventually became my number one devoted fan. She loved listening to me talk about love, life, and all the dreams I once had for myself. Not only did she support my verbal diarrhea but seemed to be the only one who understood what I was saying half the time.

Brian was the most criminal of them all, because unlike the other two, he introduced me to my first love...Beauxford. From the moment he introduced me to a strangers birthday party at a dank bar I knew by accepting this invitation that I was stepping outside myself into a world unfamiliar. Long after the break up and my neurotic distancing from everything that reminded me of my first love, Brian felt responsible for my break down. Funny thing, I never resented him for it, but owe him everything. Without him none of my life experiences or true personality traits would have shined through and made me the person I am today.