BFF.

 

You know when you were a kid and you had a bff.

I had one of those.  She was my rock when I needed a friend most.  I can’t even  remember how many nights I spent in her basement being ridiculous, being us. 

Then one day I moved away.

I changed.  She changed.  We changed.

Then one day I came back.  But then one day too soon I moved away.

I changed.  She changed.  and I could count how many days I spent with her; not nearly enough.

Then one day I moved away.

I changed.  She changed.  We got to talking.

And really, nothing changed.

It was like I was 16 again, and nothing she could do or say would ever make me think any less of her, and nothing I had said or done or failed to do over the last six years could make her think less of me; because she is like my sister.

Now.  We are laughing because through all these years, all this changing, and growing up, and moving on, in spite of it all, somehow we ended moving into the perfect house together. 

Somehow we changed, but never grew apart.  

Magic.