This is me. All me. No hype, no glass, just me. It is my thoughts, it is my feelings, it is my triumphs and my defeats. You may not like what I say, and that is ok...Read at your own risk.
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Tender Roni...
...that was the song that was out when my best friend from middle school and i were are our strongest. after 8th grade, we kind of grew apart and we started hanging out with different people. after 9th grade, i moved to a different state and we lost touch all together. in the past 15 years, i have thought often about where she is. what she has been up to. i have thought about what our friendship would be like if we were still in touch. on 6/15 i came home and listened to my answering machine. i hear a message saying, "hi. i'm looking for *** that used to live in the Acreage (that's what they called it where i lived). this is ***. we were friends in middle school. you had an older sister names *** and a younger sister named ***. if this is you, please give me a call." i couldn't believe it. a childhood friend. i don't have ANY. no lie...NONE. we moved around a lot when we were growing up and i never kept friends because we moved on. the only thing i have ever been jealous of with any of my friends is that they have childhood friends. NOW I HAVE ONE!!!!!!! we have been trying to catch up this whole day. she got a few things fixed that she didn't like on herself and i've done some changing too. i am just so happy to have found her in my life again. BFF really does mean Best Friends Forever, huh?
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I love it when people reach out. I feel like I'm the only one that does... you know? after a while... I start to feel like a stalker or something. But it's good to read your reaction and know that reaching out is never bad...
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