I was taking a shower yesterday, and realized how long my hair has gotten. Then I thought of the color of my hair, how it reminded me of your hair. Your hair was about my current length and about my current color last time I saw you. Yes, I think of you, not as often as I used to, but at least once a week now.
I am not sure what happened with you, I know you had some real bad issues invade your life and then you stopped talking to me. I have come to the conclusion the reason you stopped talking to me is you were afraid for my career. Being involved with certain people in my career and knowing about what was going on with you might have put me in a precarious position. It wouldn’t have though. I would have chosen my friendship with you over any boss, any day.
You caught me at a disadvantage when we first met; I had just become friends with the woman whose place you ended up taking. You were so friendly, chipper, and full of life. I just thought you were so false. As I got to know you though, I really started to like you. We ended up becoming such good friends. Then you moved close to my apartment. I thought we would be almost sisters. Both of us had sisters who we didn’t really associate with, and of all things, they lived in about the same area of the country. We also came from very dysfunctional childhoods; but then again, who hasn’t.
We spent many lunches together, and we shared lots of secrets, sorrows, and joys. You had such a crush on one of the people you worked with. Sometimes you were so silly. Then, after I left the place where we worked together, we kept in great contact. We went to lunch and dinners together, and I came to your house (it was always so beautiful!) often. You helped give me one of my birthdays of my life. We danced, and you even belly danced and got money thrown at you. It was so much fun; I will never forget that birthday.
Before I left the State on an adventure of my own, your issues were coming to a head. Even though you were not talking to me at this point, I sent you a letter letting you know that even though I wasn’t going to be in the State, if you needed me, I would fly right back here to help you. I had finally gotten some information on what you were going through, and there was no way I would let you go through this alone. You never called or wrote, so I figure you came through it all okay.
Now I miss you, your friendship, and your smile. I used to think of you a lot, but as time has gone by, I think of you at least once a week, or when there is something which reminds me of something specifically of you. Did I mention my hair is about the same color and length as I remember yours to be?
