I got a phone call from my longest friend. Everytime I talk to her, it brightens my day. So much so - that I don't know why I don't call and talk to her more often.
So... because things have been fairly uneventful (which is a good thing, I'm not complaining) - and... prior to this phone call, I was wondering what on Earth I was going to write about tonight - but now...
The story of my friend Amy.
I was twelve. I don't remember the date. I want to say it was fall... I was reading TEEN magazine (is that magazine still around? I assume yes) and in this magazine, between the pictures of Scott Baio & John Stamos - is this article, it was actually more like an ad - that you could send in your name and address and they will connect you with someone, and you can become pen pals.
Seriously.
I don't remember who wrote who first - but we wrote every single week. I anticipated getting those letters each week - and I couldn't wait to sit down and immediately write back. We shared school stories, how our parents didn't understand us, how our brothers were awful people, stories of boyfriends, girlfriends, prom dates, etc. We shared everything.
I think the first time we spoke on the phone - we were 15. She called me. I remember that... There is
NO way my Mom would have let me make a long distance phone call. We didn't call much - but we continued to write.
When I was... I believe 27 years old, I hopped on a plane and flew to Salt Lake City to spend a long week-end with a woman that I had never met - but had grown up with.
I had never been more nervous than I was the night before my flight. When I get nervous, I have a
very distinctive action that I do. Nonstop. Without even realizing that I am doing it... People close to me know what this is. If you don't know, well, you're not that close to me are you? And I'm certainly not going to share.
Why was I nervous? I don't know. What if she was awful? What if I hated her? What if I was stuck in a strange city by myself?
I went. I saw. Eh - it wasn't the greatest first impression visit I had ever had - but... I knew why. Apparently I wasn't the only person that was nervous. We talked about it. We agreed that it was stupid. And next time... it would be better.
Don't think I don't bring this back up from time to time, just to antagonize her. Oops. Sorry Amy, I promised I would never mention it again. I guess I was wrong. This is the last time, I swear.
The visits became more frequent. There was no more awkwardness - only awesomeness. We may not talk often - but when we do - it's like no time has passed at all. We pick up exactly where we left off.
The love is unconditional.
The respect, mutual.
We don't judge each other - we accept one another for who we are. Faults and all.
And that is why, 28 years later, she is
still my BFF.
I found my best friend in the US Mail - compliments of TEEN magazine.
Who wudda thunk?