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 We grew up together, Happy-B and I. Through years, we faded in and out of each other's lives. She moved away to Washington State after middle school while I remained on the East Coast. Prior to this visit, we hadn't seen each other in about 3 years, and in those 3 years a lot has changed. We talked on the phone figuring out my visit; she sounded the same to me, with the same happy tone. I don't know if I sounded the same to her. My plane landed and I made my way through the Seattle airport, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. As I stepped off the escalator, there she was. We both paused before I held out my arms and we hugged. "It's so weird that you're here!" She said. And just like that, we burst out laughing and somehow, somehow, everything fell back into place. She was telling me about how she was moving to a new place at the end of month, and how she found her new roommates. She said one girl in particular reminded her of me, a certain quality that felt right to her. A warm feeling spread through my chest. I didn't know what to think except... I kind of wanted to cry. Not out of sadness but out of knowing that I had a good effect on someone while growing up, that my being meant something to someone. I didn't think my actions meant anything when we were younger, yet they did. For some reason, that made me really happy. She reminded me of an incident in middle school (and oh, how we know middle school can be vicious) wherein 2 "friends" were being incredibly horrible to her in the most passive aggressive way. Happy-B eventually left the table and made it to the bathroom to be alone. I'm not sure how I saw through it all, but I left the table immediately and went to see if she was alright. Years later, as she told me this story, she told me how grateful she was to have me as a friend then. And yes, even happier that we kept in touch. No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/423 |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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