Fate smiled on
me today. I received a text message from a friend I hadn't been in contact with
much in over a year. She asked me to call her and we talked for almost an hour.
It was a good conversation. Planning to have dinner with her and her family
tomorrow for the holiday. Nervous, as we had been friends from the age of 12
and losing touch with each other the way we did hurt. Hoping tomorrow
goes off well. Cannot wait to see them.
If you read
this, know that I've loved you no matter what, and missed you something fierce.
You were my closest friend, a sister I could talk to about anything, which was
always there for me. I'm sorry I took you for granted before.
You always
laughed at my jokes. Listened to my insane life stories.
Kept my
language clean at school. I looked up to you and still do.
I promise I'm
not the same as I was in middle school, and for sure high school. I'm better at
listening instead of just talking, although I do ramble when anxious, as you
may have noticed on the phone today. And for what it counts, I'm extremely
proud of you. You're still here. Still fighting your own fights to be in this
world. I love your family like my own and think of you all often.
Keep your ears
and hearts open, friends. Make sure that when you talk to your friends about
your life; ask them about theirs in return. They may need you more than they
can let on.
Yours truly,
Liz
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