I have this Girlfriend from HS that her name is the same as mine, but spelled differently.
We were the best of friends in High School. Then I ran off and got married and moved to California.
We won’t get into what a dumbass thing that was. A subject for another time.
So I havent seen this friend of mine since HS. Until recently.
I’m sure your thinking that if we were “such” good friends why then didn’t we keep in touch?
You know I think the biggest reason is I ran away. I ran from my parents, my life, from everyone.
I didn’t want to keep in touch. I wanted a new life. I was being childish. Hello, I was 19 after all. What do you know at 19? Let me tell you, not a whole hell of a lot!
SO here we are 20 years later, reconnecting via that damn FB.
I have to say just the few times we have been out, It seems just like HS all over again.
Like we were never apart.
Now I remember why we were such good friends.
She is an amazing person.
We have recently been out to the bars together, had coffee and went to lunch.
I can’t get enough of her.
She is sooooo beautiful, funny, smart, fun, and a million other wonderful things all wound up in one small girl.
I am a big believer in when you find a friend that is worthy of my trust then I go all in.
If you can’t go all in, then I’m OUT!
I recently had to let go of an old friend.
Who, by the way I had been friends with since our boys were in kindergarton.
I didn’t want to, but I have tried and tried lately and just have not gotten what I need from this friendship. They shouldn’t be so hard. Making a friendship work.
I seem to have a problem with giving MY all and not receiving what I feel I deserve out of a friendship. Especially this one.
No,this new but old friend is not a replacement, but I see it as Gods timing.
Since, reducing stress in my life, is a good thing.
My new but old friend, and I were brought together again for a reason.
Not sure just yet
what that is,
but I am
totally enjoying her company.
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