The other night I had the pleasure of seeing a long-lost girlfriend.
Sometimes... it doesn't matter... in the slightest... how long it's been... how much has passed or what has changed. Sometimes the love is just there as whole, and soaked, and rich as ever before.
Sometimes the one you need the very most is there exactly when you need her, willing to tell you, straight up... no twist... exactly what you need to hear. Able to reach into you and pull out the root of the pain... shake it off and show you what it's worth.
What you are worth. What I am worth.
Sometimes the tears shared between soul sisters flow easily and fully and totally. Totally. Welcome.
Sometimes the world is clear and I am so utterly myself. Messy and honest, beautiful and real, scared and proud and triumphant. Sometimes in the presence of loving, mirrored eyes I can truly see myself. And the world is right as rain.
No matter how long it's been.
Sometimes.
Sometimes is going to become often.
I love you, M. Thank you.
1 comments:
A great post. I know exactly the feelings you mean--the power of reconnecting with a deep friend is truly awesome. I'm happy for you both.
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