Sometimes it breaks my heart a little to delete numbers because there is a human being behind them.
Tag: <span>best friends</span>
At the moment my friend called herself an alcoholic, I knew she was telling me the truth. She had let the Gennie out of the bottle and there was no putting it back.
“Do you have a problem with alcohol?” “No Sir, I have a problem without.”
Friendship! How do you even begin to describe what it means and how it feels? It’s like trying to explain the weather. The heat of the sun, the softness of the rain, clouds moving in the sky, the silence before a storm, the smell of snow -we all experience it differently. My husband frowns when he sees snowflakes, and I get a dreamy smile on my face.
Sometimes, out of the blue, I start to smile
when a memory of us comes to my mind.
My eyes start shining, my body relaxes
and within a few seconds life is beautiful.
“Where do you live and what do you like about your city?” was one of the questions I have been asked here on my blog, and my honest reply surprised me a little bit. “I live in Columbus, Ohio and I don’t like it here at all.”
In Kindergarten I met a little boy and we became friends the very first day. We shared our lunches, played together and we were sure nothing could ever tear us apart.
All this time wasted Not speaking All this time hoping It would change There wasn’t much time left But we didn’t know Now you are gone RIP Sandy
I remember Black Fridays that were really black, meaning I had to get up in the middle of the night, when it was pitch black outside. We had to get up that early, so that we arrived at the mall right before it opened. We had to do that, so we could hamster door prices that we didn’t need to begin with.
My husband always jokes that I am the poster child for optimism in this world. My best friend, who passed away, last year, said pretty much the same thing about me. She always joked “you would get up after an earthquake, would look around and be happy, that you won’t have to dust anymore”, and there might be some truth to it.
My husband is my best friend, my soul mate, the nail to my coffin. 🙂
I could write about him for hours, but I know he wouldn’t like it. He doesn’t like to be the center of attention. He is introvert and he enjoys watching the extroverts and what he sees makes him smile. So I won’t write much about him, only that he gets me, that we get each other.