I've been doing my best, living in denial, but I must now face the music.
My good friend is leaving.
We've had our share of ups and downs, me and my buddy -- mostly ups. But the downs are where we really found our friendship. And now she is moving away, to go live with her wonderful fiance, where they will be happy and successful and lovey and together.
But they won't be here.
Remember when we first met? The fates must have brought us together, and nothing cements a bond like soldiers in the trench of warfare (cough, cough, museum, cough).
And then there were the "Unfortunate Friends." Let's hope they stay limber and stoned.
Of course, we can't EVER forget naked night. Even though a part of me kinda wants to, and another part of me wants to do it again...
As crazy as this sounds (although, coming from me I'm guessing you expect as much) the "Awkwardness of Fall 2007" is still remembered a bit fondly...with a few little laughs on my part.
I can only hope that, one day, the powerful crystals in the bedrock of this little mountain town will draw them back, and we can pick up where we left off: futher defining an ever-blossoming friendship that shows no signs of slowing.
There is much to say, and I know that I will be tearful when we finally say goodbye, but for now, know that I love you, will miss you terribly, and will never leave your internets idle, dear friend.
And I promise to keep you updated on the "town drama."
Here's hoping for your speedy return home, and the speedy return of my sex life. (Those are mutually exclusive, of course.)
A Girl Named Boo-Hoo