I love her at her best, natural and vulnerable and she so rarely shows that self. The same could be said of me except I show my lash free self whenever I get the chance, despite being ignored by the opposite sex or well, everybody. I guess I know what it takes to be invisible but at the same time, these days, that is not my intention, it’s more like a side effect of what I am swimming through.
“Time is what keeps the light from reaching us. There is no greater obstacle to God than time: and not only time but temporalities, not only temporal things but temporal affections, not only temporal affections but the very taint and smell of time.” – Meister Eckhart
People can say what they want about our friendship but there’s so little you can say about someone who has literally seen you at your absolute worst, and best and stood by throughout it all, stedfast, never wavering. The beauty in relying on her for sometimes superficial advice and or aim, taking me away from heavy thoughts but at times she rings through with some nugget like “sometimes I think you’re just meant for better places and things” and I don’t know how to respond, like ‘dude, same could be said for you!’ but we most of think better of our friends and loved ones than we do of ourselves right?
I am pondering why I write these posts anymore, I don’t know who’s listening or feeling but I know I rarely write anymore because I am struggling, and I wrote this tonight because when I think of giving up I think of this mint friend, yes that is a laced way of her knowing this is about her, should she ever have the time to read – being a rock star mom, wife, entrepreneur and a sexy AF bitch takes a lot of time, again, the fact that she has anytime for my crazy makes me eternally thankful – I love you bestie, can’t wait to grow old together in whatever old folks home will take us!
Love B
