So, there was this girl I met a long time ago...like barhopping, waiting-tables-to-get-by, no-retirement-fund long time ago. It's kind of funny because we really didn't like each other too much as teenagers, but I realize now we sometimes dislike the people we are most like. After a short time, I realized she was the grape jelly to my peanut butter.
She's good stuff, too. No matter what I needed, she would take care of it. She still would.
There was a time, though, when things changed with us. My life was in one place, but her's was in another. One wasn't better than the other, just different. At a Christmas party, she got upset over something unrelated to me, but I spazzed and left. It would be over a year before we spoke again.
One night, as I listened to a new CD, I thought how much she would like it. Then I thought how much I missed sharing those things with her. On a whim, I sent a short email...an olive branch. I must add that apologies are not my strength. Truthfully, I suck at them. I hoped the words conveyed half of what my heart was feeling. I guess they did because she called and we talked until almost 3 in the morning. We picked up right where we left off.
Sometimes we don't talk for a few days...every now and again, we'll go for a week or so. There are no hurt feelings or jealousies; we just catch up and move on. I love this about us.
After years and years of being just fine and dandy on her own, she met a boy (well, re-met the boy....he's a redo.) There was a good, old-fashioned whirlwind romance and a ring. Last week, I sat in a breathtaking garden and watched as they promised all the world to each other. He is a good man, and I know he appreciates the gift of her. I sometimes think he understood before I did.
This post is not witty or funny or sarcastic or intriguing. It's just me letting her know how much I adore her. She's funny and amazing. She's honest and strong. He is lucky to have her...as am I. Love you Jilly.
She's good stuff, too. No matter what I needed, she would take care of it. She still would.
There was a time, though, when things changed with us. My life was in one place, but her's was in another. One wasn't better than the other, just different. At a Christmas party, she got upset over something unrelated to me, but I spazzed and left. It would be over a year before we spoke again.
One night, as I listened to a new CD, I thought how much she would like it. Then I thought how much I missed sharing those things with her. On a whim, I sent a short email...an olive branch. I must add that apologies are not my strength. Truthfully, I suck at them. I hoped the words conveyed half of what my heart was feeling. I guess they did because she called and we talked until almost 3 in the morning. We picked up right where we left off.
Sometimes we don't talk for a few days...every now and again, we'll go for a week or so. There are no hurt feelings or jealousies; we just catch up and move on. I love this about us.
After years and years of being just fine and dandy on her own, she met a boy (well, re-met the boy....he's a redo.) There was a good, old-fashioned whirlwind romance and a ring. Last week, I sat in a breathtaking garden and watched as they promised all the world to each other. He is a good man, and I know he appreciates the gift of her. I sometimes think he understood before I did.
This post is not witty or funny or sarcastic or intriguing. It's just me letting her know how much I adore her. She's funny and amazing. She's honest and strong. He is lucky to have her...as am I. Love you Jilly.
That is beautiful. Blessed be the women who can share in friendships that are without all the bullshit trimmings. x
ReplyDeleteI have been blessed many times over with a treasure trove of these friends. Grateful for all of them!
DeleteWhat a nice post for your friend!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I promise she is as amazing as I made her out to be. :) Thanks for stopping by!
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