I was supposed to post this yesterday but I got all caught up in the new doctor thing. So please pretend this is the 24th.
I met Y on the first day of kindergarten. Our coat hooks were side by side because she was at the end of the Rs and I was at the beginning of the Ss. It was only after that we discovered we were practically neighbours.
She grew up on a farm that was located at the end of my street and to get to her place you had to cross a wooden bridge that went over the train tracks. It was like the best of both worlds: on one side of the bridge, town; on the other side, country.
We were best friends from the day we met. My house was her house and her house was my house. We shared our parents and our annoying little brothers and our secrets and dreams and crushes. We fought sometimes and, for a while here and there, one or both of us would have a new best friend. But we always ended up back together.
We went to different universities but stayed in touch. I was her maid of honour and she was my matron of honour. Then kids came along and life got busier.
Ice says he sees a difference in me when I'm with her. That I'm more relaxed and that our friendship just *is*. We don't see each other very often now but she is always in my thoughts. To me, she is much much more than just a friend.
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