ByBrittany Wilmes

Brittany Wilmes lives and writes in Portland, Ore. This is her first published creative piece. Follow her on Twitter @bwilmes.

  1. We met at college orientation barbecues and in the hallways of our dorms. We embraced our friendships with abandon. We belonged to one another, and so did our tank tops and nail polish and dark sides. We graduated and took unpaid internships. We felt paralyzed on the brink of infinite possibilities, but life insisted we make choices. We refilled salsa bowls and water glasses. We made out with bad boys in the back of minivan…