Mid-October 2014
I've been staring at my computer for hours working on this essay and getting absolutely nowhere. With a heavy sigh, I peek over the top of my screen, across the room, and over the top of Grace's computer. It takes a half second for her to peep up and raise and eyebrow at me. I wrinkle my nose. She pulls out an earbud and grins.
She is the person I attack at two a.m. when I am craving donuts, the one who will get up and put on pants and come with me. She's the one who will binge-watch Netflix with me when one of us is sad, or even when we're not. She and I are still working on being able to talk about some of the bigger issues in my life- like you. But even so, I love her. Not like I am— like I was —in love with you, but like I loved you. I love her like I loved you, like I love my best friend.
I've been staring at my computer for hours working on this essay and getting absolutely nowhere. With a heavy sigh, I peek over the top of my screen, across the room, and over the top of Grace's computer. It takes a half second for her to peep up and raise and eyebrow at me. I wrinkle my nose. She pulls out an earbud and grins.
"Ice cream break?"
We sit on the counter with the container of ice cream— chocolate cookie crumble —between us and a spoon each. It seems like another lifetime that you and I did this in your kitchen, only with one spoon instead.
It's almost shocking to realize that conversation with Grace has become nearly as easy as conversation with you. Two years being in each other's hip pocket will do that, I guess.
The real shock, I think, is how she's been able to worm her way into my heart.
What I love--some perfect bits here--It seems like another lifetime that you and I did this in your kitchen, only with one spoon instead.
ReplyDeleteAnd--Not like I am— like I was —in love with you, but like I loved you. I love her like I loved you, like I love my best friend.
Wow! So much to find out and so much promise. Nice! And I hope all is well with your mom. That would be far better.