She was a long, frizzy haired pig tailed, lanky, opposite to pigeon toed girl, with colorful borbles, a million bobby pins, big feet and a cartoon character smile. On the other hand I was a timid, short, freckled curious kid who spoke little and religiously wore a blue bomber jacket. Right from the moment these first impressions were cast I knew she was something very strange, little did I know she was going to be my bestest friend. Very few days have passed since this moment 9 years ago that we have not spoke, although some may not consider it real talk, perhaps large amounts of smack, consisting of ridiculous questions followed by equally ridiculous answers. Worlds away from reality at times. I cant wait until we meet in the land of the poms, pubs, castles and share a white cold Christmas, I hope we meet Luna Lovegood and Cassie and drink milk out of glass bottles. The naïve may say she is stupid and mad, but perhaps merely mad with the complete understanding of the origins of life’s ecstasies.
I have always struggled to grasp that people drift right on in and right on out. And it’s the people I adore that suddenly vanish, so unceremoniously. I don’t know what I expect fireworks maybe or a party with cupcakes iced goodbye nice knowing you. But they sneak out the same door they entered leaving little blotches of something. Too often I’m left in a bitter selfish tantrum wishing they’d stay but Im writing this jibberish to remind myself for future reference to suck it in and harden the fuck up.
‘What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and its goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.’
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