the things we'd say.

“What if we had a week of honesty?” Shelley asks. And we talk about all of the things, unsaid things, we’d say and who we wish we could be honest with.
The longer your friendships last, you see, the harder – the infinitely harder – it becomes to wade through the motions of getting to know anyone new. All the stories and the history assumed known are unknown and is it even worth the effort when too often you wonder if these people – these new people – give a damn or will even stick around? Honesty, too rarely given, too rarely appreciated, too rarely earned.
We walk a rainy walk and talk the Portland talk necessarily the Portland v. Washington talk and in our disparaging love Portland in that way that love breaks your heart. Yet Portland’s a cruel love; no mountains or ocean or anything so much bigger than you to carry you away when you get too carried away.
Oh, the things we’d say.