To the Friends We Don't See Every Day

To the Friends We Don't See Every Day

• Saturday, 16 May 2020

Still testing positive for missing the homies. I love my own company at the best of times but, wow, I just want to hug my friends. Anyways, prepare for a few paragraphs of bleurghhhh and vom-inducing lovey dovey cuteness. Don't blame me; blame Corona.

Here’s to the friends we don’t see every day, but when we do, it’s as if no time has passed. The 'homies' at home, childhood friends from down the street, the girls we grew into our own with, friends from adventures we will never forget. The friends you spent Saturday nights with, the friends you spent Sunday mornings with, and all the moments in between.

The friends you'd come home to every evening. The friends you'd come home to once every few months. The ones from before "life got busy," the ones we don't see as much as we'd like to but love them like they live next door.

The ones we talk to for two hours every day, the ones we might not text on the daily. Both are precious in their own special ways.

The ones we don't see in person very much, but when we get together, it's like we've spent no time apart.

The ones who can still pick up in the middle of our sentences as easily as they can in the middle of our life stories. They know the building blocks, they remember the details, and they want to know more. You could tell them the same story twice in the same breath and they'd still listen just as intently.

Here’s to the friends who understand that calendars get filled and life gets chaotic and that just because you don’t see them like you used to, it doesn’t mean that your love for them has lessened. These are the friendships that make up the patchwork of our hearts. They understand your chaos, they understand your wiring, you understand theirs and it all just works. You can't explain why; it just feels right.

These are friendships that you cherish. These are the friendships that you treasure. These are the friendships that remind you of the life you've lived, ones that you want to carry along with you on the life you've got left to live.

Time passes. Life happens. But, if we are all made up of the experiences we've lived, our friendships are our fabric. They might not be the friends you see all the time, but these are the friends that are your constant. Cherish them always xoxo.

B L E U R G H...enough, Kerry. IK, it's grim but I miss my pals xoxo