An Ode to a Friend

There is a saying in the world, and it is something like “people come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.” And then it goes on to explain what each of these mean, but to be honest I don’t really care enough to go into that much detail (which is kind of my life’s outlook in a nutshell…but anyway…)

So there are friendships that you have and then fade, and despite the reason they fade, they still mean something. But it’s the friendships that faded for a while and then rekindle that are the shit. Yes, the shit.

I have this friend. Her name is SM. Well, okay, those are her initials. But whatever. So anyway, she was mad at me because she hadn’t been in the blog for a while and other people had (haha, sorry babes, but that in and of itself was funny!). So this post is dedicated to her.

SM and I go way back. And I don’t mean school age. I mean I was 3 and she was 4 when we met. That kind of “way back”. I was a very bossy child and never let her sing Sandy’s part to “Summer Lovin” (we were obsessed with “Grease” and probably watched it every day during our summer vacations). I always told her what to do. I was actually kind of mean. I think she’s forgiven me now. And I even offer to take Danny’s part when we sing “Summer Lovin” now, but due to my insistence that she always had to be Danny, she doesn’t know the words to Sandy’s part. :(

We took dance classes and horseback riding lessons together, jinxed each other so that we had to get our elderly neighbour to say our names 3 times to unjinx us (we were adorable and not at all annoying), had lemonade sales that no one bought from except our parents, had imaginary kids (but never husbands – even then we knew they were useless), rode imaginary horses, and even had her dad make us a wooden horse (we named him Copper and yes, we DID try to ride him down the street).

We drifted apart for about 8 years or so, and reconnected about 3 years ago. And it felt like no time had passed. We are so similar it’s uncanny, right now to our resistance to marriage and kids and everything those things mean. She wholeheartedly supports my theory that I could be totally happy with relationships that stayed in the “not live in” boyfriend status. Own house, own rules, and a person to hang with, do stuff with, and have fun with. I don’t see why that isn’t the best thing ever…

Anyway, the point is, SM – this post is for you. I’m so glad we’ve reconnected, and I know that we’ll be friends forever from now on. And I know you wanted me to write a song about our friendship but that…didn’t happen. But I thought this might make up for it:



Love,

Bella