Thursday, February 12, 2009

My Dear, Dear Friend,

Why did you leave so soon? We were so close. I spent all my time with you. I told you all my secrets.

You were the first one to know when I had a new story. The first one to know when I had late-night insomnia.

I ate with you. I cried on you. I was entertained by you.

I guess this relationship was all about me, wasn't it? How many of the last few sentences have I started with the word "I"? I know it's a lot. I know I depended on you for my happiness. I know we shared so many great memories. But for once, I will start a few sentences with the word "you":

You were amazing. You introduced me to my husband. You stayed by my bedside when I was sick.

Sure, there were times I yelled at you. Times I tried to hurt you. Times I treated you like a spare tire. I would do anything to change that now. Anything to bring you back.

Somehow, though, you knew I was crazy about you. Even when I took you for granted -- you were there.

Now you are gone, and I didn't even get to say goodbye. I have to admit, I keep expecting to see you. Every time I round the corner, I think you'll be sitting there -- waiting for me like old times.

But for now, my Dear, Dear Friend, I will say goodbye. And I will hope desperately, impatiently, and daringly -- that soon the Computer Repairman will call and say you're going to be OK after all.

Your Friend,
B.J

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I know all about waiting--for the right guy, for high school to end, for my boobs to come in (two out of three ain't bad).


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