So, here's the deal, I have like 3 best friends. Like legitimate, you can live on my couch in sweat pants crying into your bucket of fried chicken after your divorce type of best friends. Everyone knows that even in the world of multiple besties, there's an order to which you live your perspective lives and the balance is a delicate one. Ok, that last part is a lie. My friends are not 15, we're in our thirties and we've seen some sh*t. We don't have time to chat all day or even text once a month, but we're the best of friends anyway because grown women don't need you to hold their hand daily to know you'll be there for them. Anyway, I'm off on a tangent. Back to my A1 (sauce?) I'll get the saying right eventually. This woman is my bottom chick, my sister from another mister, my female soul mate. When I fill out emergency contact forms I debate between her and my own mother. In all honesty, she likely knows my allergies and blood type better than her own.
I won't go into detail about my sauce, A1, that is, because it's really none of your business on why we aren't speaking. We have had instances like this before. You don't stay friends with someone for as long as we have without the yelling, screaming, crying, and hugging that goes along with it. So, did we really break up?! Likely not, but it sure still feels like it. It's been several months since I've been able to just text a random thought or called and laughed endlessly about something stupid that no one would understand but us...like that one time in Arizona and the neighbors, lort!
The thing about our friendship, all of our friendships are, we will always find our way back to each other. Even when I can't physically reach her, or any of them, I know I am loved endlessly by 3 of the most fierce women I know. At the end of the day, my glass bottle of A1 would move mountains for me and having that knowledge will have to be enough until the tides push us back together again.
I'll have friends that come and go. I'll have good friends and great friends, but let's face it; these newer friends will never be "there's a new thing called a Brazilian, let's wax each other's hoo ha's" kind of close! So, to my proverbial sauce, I love you, I miss you, and I'll always be here.
Stop yelling at me...please!
~J
