I don’t want to think about what my life would be like if A wasn’t my friend.
We’ve known each other our entire lives. I used to bribe her with Tootsie Rolls to leave my room. She took them, ate them, and then came right back. She’s persistent like that. I’m glad that I eventually ran out of chocolate.
A and I have shared more adventures than I can count. She was with me when I almost flipped our family minivan. And she never told a soul. She’s my confidant–I know I can tell her anything. She loves me unconditionally.
A and I are different. She prefers to play sports. I’d rather read a book. But somehow, it works.
A has been there for me in some of the darkest times of my life. When I was dealing with a loss that I believed had literally ripped my heart out of my chest, she walked into my pain, and lived it with me. The night that I lay in bed and cried until there were no tears left, she lay next to me. Her firm back pressed against my shaking one, and there was a strength there.
She makes me laugh. I miss her when I don’t get to see her. We live two time zones away from each other, yet I’m the one she calls when she finds mice in her kitchen. And she’s the one I call when I can’t find my car in the parking garage. We know that we can’t really DO anything–but somehow, we find comfort.
Don’t ask me how. It just works.
