Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,
[For indeed I do not love it . . . you knew? you are not blind!
How keen you are!]
To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those qualities upon which friendship lives.
How much it means that I say this to you–
Without these friendships–life, what cauchemar!" -Portrait of a Lady, TS Eliot
Hurray for colds.
I love TS Eliot, and that quote, and that poem.
Why? Why can’t I help? Why won’t you call me back?
I miss the unquestionability of childhood friendship. I miss Jen. I miss knowing that I have someone who will drop everything and get their ass over here if something bad happens. I miss not having to talk to know what’s going on with the other person. I miss laughing so hard that I cry. I miss the telepathic connection. I miss having someone who will hug me, stroke my hair, let me cry, and tell me that it’s ok and know that they’re not freaked out that I’m upset. I miss acceptance.
I hate being pulled back in and then pushed away again, for no reason. I hate falling for fake friendship. I hate wondering about motives, not being able to truly trust. I hate being made fun of. I hate shit talking, I hate gossip. I hate feeling betrayed. I hate feeling like people should know me, when they really don’t. I hate that some of my girls live so far away.
I love history that makes friends like family. I love the instant connection I get when I talk to someone who really knows me and I don’t have to explain anything. I love family that become friends. I love preplanning girls’ nights and future girls’ trips.
Yay for girls’ nights and future trips 🙂 I’m gonna miss you woman!