History [his-tuh-ree] noun : a branch of knowledge dealing with past events
I have a lot of history with many people here. Kamie, my long lost sister from another mister and I are talking about black-lights and highlighters.If you have ever been a 12 year old girl at midnight with nothing to do, you get creative. Or,experiencing our first beer together in 8th grade hiding behind bushes in her apartment complex so we know when her mom is about to pull up.There are way to many to count and I want to hold many of them to myself because its what can keep me going.I missed something very important to her. I dont need to explain it. We both know what it is. We have made pacts, broke promises and laughed the whole way through.
13 years.
I will be seeing her and her husbands first kid soon. I am thrilled. He is the spitting image of both of them.
I do hope that I find a friend like her where ever it is that I will end up. Not the exact same, there wont be a person in the world that could compare to her.It doesn't matter what it is we talk about,for how long or what time it is, she has helped me more than she knows. The lack of seeing her recently has really got to me. I do know that the distance of where ever we are really wont matter. I just think of us sneaking makeup on in the bathroom in school.
It was simpler back then with friendships.
Who had the prettier Lisa Frank pencils, who was to kiss Nick first or who knew the words to the newest N'Sync song. Now we make lists of what happens for a few weeks at a time cause lord knows when the next time we will talk.
Distance hasn't changed us much these past few years and I don't intend for it to change when I leave.
Now if I can only apply that for when Joey leaves.
I'll be o.k.
"Don't bite the cookie when it's in the oven"
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