We didnt talk for a month, I was mad at her, had reason to be so too, but we didnt talk about it, i didnt say i got hurt. Then, yesterday she just was there, right in front of me, and I had missed her soo much. It is hard to stay mad at your best friend because you need them to listen so badly. And i just let all my grudges go adn threw them at the cross. She is who she is, ill accept her all and enjoy her company. Good Friends are something so incredible valuable and rare, we should treasure them more. She slept over at my place, all is back to normal amd Im just incredibly happy<3
Picture: shot by me, on my friend and my horse 7 months ago
How I did it: On the last day of 1997, I said farewell to my best friend in the United States and boarded a plane to Egypt... he gave me a hug and we wouldn't let go.. but my parents were worried that we'd miss the plane. I wouldn't have minded if it meant that I could stay with him..
Read how I did it… 9 months ago
He gives the best hugs in the world, but on that day, it was felt with pain; a pain that would later destroy me.
Three weeks ago, he boarded a plane and came to visit me for the summer. When I saw him at the airport, I thought my legs wouldn't carry me. I was overjoyed.
When he hugged me, his whole body was shaking... we wouldn't let go this time either.
I took him home with me and for three weeks, we traveled to the beach, saw the pyramids and the grand bazaar, but most importantly we hung out, vegged out, played games, and talked and talked and talked...
He was a teenager when I left him, and now he is a man... a brilliant man!! But when I looked at him, I saw the same kind eyes, the same warm smile, and the same roaring laugh I grew up with.
We watched Firefly and Dr. Who :) We cooked meals and made coffee and washed dishes :)
My son learned how to make cranes and frogs the origami way, and jammed with my best friend to Big Bad Voodoo Daddy.. I got to learn one or two swing dance steps :)
Best of all, our hands still fit perfectly..so do our arms.. so do our hearts.. so do our minds.. and our souls were complete.
This morning, he boarded a plane to Milano where he will wait to board another to New York. Italy is a lucky country tonight, because it holds one of the greatest treasures in my life...
I hugged him tight before he left, this one was also carried with pain. But it's ok this time, because I know I will see him again.
Somewhere, hovering over our planet is a plane and in it is my best friend.
At two hours eleven minutes past midnight, I cannot sleep.
Tomorrow, God willing, I will turn my closet inside out because I haven’t a clue what I will wear when I pick him up at the airport. Go figure, all my shirts are still at the dry cleaners (when I went to pick them up today, the gentleman asked me to pick them up tomorrow evening)
I suppose it doesn’t matter.. by this time tomorrow, I will have seen my best friend in this whole world for the first time in fifteen years.
Oh, but I really want to look nice! ugh!! 9 months ago
Eighteen years ago, I graduated high school.
A year before that, I met a boy in the cafeteria. I liked his shirt, and he liked my dress…
In record time, almost overnight, we became best friends. We walked and talked between classes, did grocery shopping for our Moms together. We never stopped talking..and dancing.
He was everything to me.. even in our silence we could hear each other speak.
I haven’t seen him in sixteen years... we live in different countries now.
After all this time, he’s made arrangements to fly half way across the world so that we can sit down and have a cup of coffee together.
I can hardly wait! 11 months ago