This post and a conversation last night, over hamsters, spaghetti and koki pens with this girl made me cry a little.
I’m not the best friend type of girl. No, really, it’s true. I never was in school, and even in adulthood, it’s a very select group of people that I will ever claim as “my very best”. It’s always going to be that way, and I am honoured by the calibre of people I consider my very best. You all know who you are.
Today, though, is about one of them. Namely, La.
Here’s the funny thing, though, that always cracks me up about La and I – we should’ve met much sooner. And life actually really did throw us at each other numerous times and we totally ignored it. I mean, seriously, I was there when she was planning her wedding, yet I never went to her wedding. Heehee.
But, as fate would have it, a funny thing happened in my life – the details of which I won’t mention and are inconsequential now – and we did in fact, fall dramatically into smitten, over-communicating, giggling our asses off friendship.
The universe will have her way, eventually. As I am well aware.
La’s been through a bit of a patch of spiky grass recently, but you know…there’s something about her. She always steps with her faith, she always has a smile and she can always find the strength to laugh (often at herself). She is stronger than she thinks she is, and braver than anyone really knows. She is always poised. She is, sometimes, the complete antithesis of me. Give me stress and I turn into a yelling wreck who questions everything. Heh. Perhaps that’s why we work…
She has been with me through utter heartbreak. She has been with me at 2am when my life fell apart and my bathroom was strewn with personal hygiene products #codespeak. She’s even been there for the boring. She’s been there for the happy, and we can say two lines to each other, and KNOW what the other one is going through. She *gets* my movie references, my essential television programming, my dawson’s creek background (a programme from which I am forever banned from watching…), obscure soundtracks and we share a mutual, albeit personally treacherous, love for music of the 90s. Twas a formative time in our lives and, if we’d been paying attention, we’d have seen that time through together.
But, hey, instead, we relive it every day in our friendship.
I will never be able to thank her for being the leaning post for me, when I needed it. She really had no idea how badly I was not-coping at one point, and that surprised me. I would’ve been entirely lost without her. And, even when geographic distance was put between us when she went off to London for a bit, I always knew her friendship was right beside me.
You, my friend, are my very own Ally McBeal. Thank you for being in my life. Pyjama pics, pastries and theme songs.
Sweetheart, seriously, read the lyrics to this song. We’ve always known it’s relevant to us. But, today, I read them again, and realised…This is your theme song.
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