Thelma had Louise. Lucy had Ethel. Laverne had Shirley. In life few people besides those who are bound to us by blood truly accept us, love us unconditionally, but a true friend is the exception. There are no boundaries or off-limits topics, and when needed they are your biggest cheerleader and your harshest critic. As a woman, life may be incomplete if this type of friendship is never fulfilled. I mean look at the examples I named out of potential many-it is so influential that it is glorified on screen and in print time and time again.
We can not predict the day that we meet our Louise, and just as bitterly we can not predict the day they may be taken from us. I think as we are young and lively we assume that everyday is a given, and as cliche as it sounds that outlook is light years from the truth. But I am eternally grateful that my Ethel and I did live life to the fullest. We threw caution to the wind and left no regrets, well maybe a few but it never wavered our opinion of each other. There was a synergy.
"Tell me a story." I hear her now so vividly.
I hated sleeping alone in my apartment in the city, and since life took my male significant other away for much of the time I spent many nights sleeping with Michelle at her apartment and yes in her bed. It was never discussed, it just was. I never had to say I'm scared. She just knew. Plus, I hate being thought of as a P, but she always knew the truth. And she always will.
Missing you doesn't get easier I just learn to live with the longing. And yes at night I sometimes wish we were back in Wrigleyville, sleep-over style, making life plans, but most significantly I wish I knew at that time to thank you for making my life that much more amazing.
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