she is like a favourite pair of jeans, warm maple syrup on a pancakes, the first sip of morning coffee and the love of a pair of shoes all wrapped in one. when i met her she was sporting white levis, keds and a navy t…she was shy and gorgeous. still is!
no matter how far apart, she feels near when i hear her voice, read a text or simply remember. any prince song from purple rain can evoke flashbacks of college hangovers, skipped class and boy crushes. we are not the same, yet we are not as different as we maybe used to be.
the stories and the adventures… well $3 tanks of gas don’t get you as far as they used to… but whether broke or broken hearted the moments, memories and milestones got us here.
standing in my hallway downstairs i looked up and felt like she had been there every day. conversation flows and sometimes the best part of her visits are our morning coffee in pj’s. we don’t even talk we just are.
friend love. it can’t be measured or rated, it runs as deep as the ocean.
i can’t erase those 4300km … although many times i want to. but i’m hanging tight to the kind of friendship where space and places don’t really matter.
friends, hold them tight.