It just sort of happened. The tears came. I couldn't help it. My friend just left two minutes ago to fly back home to London, after a month's visit here with me. I'm not one to get emotional--especially since I should be so used to this by now being oceans away from my bosom buds. Every single one of my girlfriends is a long plane ride away, and yet we have all managed to see each other regularly. For all the disruption, annoyance and inconveniences these visits can cause, I remain the loyal bestfriend/girlfriend/soulmate, full to the brim with affection. I am 100% myself with my friends. Zero pretenses. I don't have to be happy, entertaining or agreeable all the bloody time. I am liberated and free to be me. And here I am, trying my damnest to hold back the tears because the house seems so empty without her.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Until Next Time
It just sort of happened. The tears came. I couldn't help it. My friend just left two minutes ago to fly back home to London, after a month's visit here with me. I'm not one to get emotional--especially since I should be so used to this by now being oceans away from my bosom buds. Every single one of my girlfriends is a long plane ride away, and yet we have all managed to see each other regularly. For all the disruption, annoyance and inconveniences these visits can cause, I remain the loyal bestfriend/girlfriend/soulmate, full to the brim with affection. I am 100% myself with my friends. Zero pretenses. I don't have to be happy, entertaining or agreeable all the bloody time. I am liberated and free to be me. And here I am, trying my damnest to hold back the tears because the house seems so empty without her.
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