Have you ever just been overwhelmed at the people?
Not the people as a whole, or people in general. Your people. The people that you fell in love with one day, and then somehow never quite came back from it. Even though you hate them sometimes and say you wish they'd disappear.
I don't mean romantic love. I mean that kind of love that makes you want to cry one minute and then laugh the next, throw things and then sit on the front steps and eat gummy bears while yelling lines from your favorite movies.
I had a good night last night. All these people in different stages of happiness swarmed around me... from loved to promised to engaged to married to pregnant. Nobody fought. Nobody bickered, or argued, or cried, or stormed off in a temper.
I sat in the apple-curtained kitchen and marveled at the wonderful nature of all these people I know. I sat near Alejandro and listened to words fly, like lazy bumble-bees near a pussy-willow tree.
The goodness of friends. I was worried... worried about how I could make it to the dance and look like Cinderella, instead of an ordinary maid.
But somehow, they knew. They knew and they loved me enough to want to help me.
Things are... so pretty. Can you understand that?