Until We Meet Again
When I was in the 7th grade I had a best friend who I swore would be the maid of honor in my wedding many, many years later. We wrote letters to each other everyday in school, called each other just to talk about our day-dreams, and hung out so often people thought we were related. To my dismay our friendship ended over some juvenile shit, and I was so heartbroken I vowed never to have another best friend again.
High school didn’t make me much of a believer either. It was a breeding place for cats. It wasn’t until college that I finally allowed myself to get close to another female, and trust her despite my qualms in that department. Six years later I’m happy to say that not only is this woman still my ride or die, but I’m blessed to have an additional four by my side.
I almost wish I didn’t.
Because you can’t miss something you’ve never had before. And if I never had these five people walk into my life, I wouldn’t be so sad that two of them are leaving – albeit momentarily and only a phonecall or email away. For years I watched groups of girlfriends go on trips together, have Christmas dinners, and catch up on life over coffee on sunny days. And for years, I wanted the same. Now I have that, and more than I could ever ask for. I suppose that instead of being sad, I should be happy. Happy that I have a solid group of girlfriends I know won’t break my heart. Girls that have proved it’s quality over quantity. Girls I could do everything and absolutely nothing with.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well I’m gonna miss these two shits more than my heart can stand.