There's Something About June 18th
My very good friend Rebecca came out to the farm with her daughters to stay the night and visit. We made pizza on the grill and talked 'til late.
It was like having my best friend back for one night after ten years. I remember when she moved to suburban Illinois my junior year of high school. I remember sitting in her car in front of her house and saying goodbye the fall of '93. The only girl I'd ever wanted...
When she stepped in my house last night, it seemed like only one day had passed since that day in front of her house.
We'd been emailing for a year now, and she'd even come out for one night last year. But everything was so rushed then. I hardly remember talking to her that night. I had to leave for work early the next morning.
It was so (unnaturally) natural for her to be here with her children. How could I have gone almost ten years without ever writing or calling or anything? And she got married and me too and she had kids we did too and when we first re-connected it was like we had talked on the phone yesterday.
And I used to extoll to her her virtues and her greatness and try to make her understand the love I feel for her. I don't need to tell her because she knows what I think and probably always did and always will.
Let me put it like this: If I went to prison, she'd be the only friend I know would come to see me. More than once, that is.
We're both where we're at and it's good but it's weird to think how things we did and choices we made years ago brought us face to face under the dining room chandelier and I look into her eyes and think of mightacouldas and I'm sure she's done the same.
Our kids got along like sisters and they're beautiful and they'd never met, but like Rebecca and me, they knew each other like longtime friends anyway.
She'll come back in the fall for our massive super Labor Day blowout campout and hopefully she and the kids can stay longer. And no, there's no kinkysex threesome party going on:( I mean, I probably wouldn't be too terribly upset by that notion, but I certainly haven't the huevos to call a round table discussion with the wife and friend(s) for that one...
So yeah, sometimes there's a slight quickening of the heart when we speak because love is strong. And in some other twisted life (c'mon, ain't one cruel life enough?) I think I really did get the girl I've always loved but never loved.
It was like having my best friend back for one night after ten years. I remember when she moved to suburban Illinois my junior year of high school. I remember sitting in her car in front of her house and saying goodbye the fall of '93. The only girl I'd ever wanted...
When she stepped in my house last night, it seemed like only one day had passed since that day in front of her house.
We'd been emailing for a year now, and she'd even come out for one night last year. But everything was so rushed then. I hardly remember talking to her that night. I had to leave for work early the next morning.
It was so (unnaturally) natural for her to be here with her children. How could I have gone almost ten years without ever writing or calling or anything? And she got married and me too and she had kids we did too and when we first re-connected it was like we had talked on the phone yesterday.
And I used to extoll to her her virtues and her greatness and try to make her understand the love I feel for her. I don't need to tell her because she knows what I think and probably always did and always will.
Let me put it like this: If I went to prison, she'd be the only friend I know would come to see me. More than once, that is.
We're both where we're at and it's good but it's weird to think how things we did and choices we made years ago brought us face to face under the dining room chandelier and I look into her eyes and think of mightacouldas and I'm sure she's done the same.
Our kids got along like sisters and they're beautiful and they'd never met, but like Rebecca and me, they knew each other like longtime friends anyway.
She'll come back in the fall for our massive super Labor Day blowout campout and hopefully she and the kids can stay longer. And no, there's no kinkysex threesome party going on:( I mean, I probably wouldn't be too terribly upset by that notion, but I certainly haven't the huevos to call a round table discussion with the wife and friend(s) for that one...
So yeah, sometimes there's a slight quickening of the heart when we speak because love is strong. And in some other twisted life (c'mon, ain't one cruel life enough?) I think I really did get the girl I've always loved but never loved.
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