We met when we were six.
We lived on the same street.
Went to the same school.
Were placed in the same ballet class.
We rarely looked at each other.
Never played together.
It could be said we ignored each other.
She says I didn’t like her.
I say I was shy.
We both became ballerina dropouts.
This created instant bonding.
She hated the stupid pink body suits.
I hated not being the best in the class.
She was athletic and outgoing.
I was boy-crazy.
She got picked to be on teams for the schoolyard games with the boys.
I chased the boys around the schoolyard.
She would warn me about the mean boys.
I batted my eyes at the mean boys.
The mean boys would chase me down and pull my hair.
She would beat the shit out of the mean boys.
We grew up.
She grew smart.
Me, not so much.
She went to university and got involved with a good man.
I went to university and got involved with many men.
She would warn me of the mistakes I was about to make.
I ignored her advice and made lots of mistakes. Dozens. Hundreds…Ok. Not hundreds. Dozens.
She saw me through marital problems.
She is smart. She sees things in a way I do not. She analyzes. Counsels. Makes senses. Rationalizes.
I fly by the seat of my pants. I make rash decisions. I run away. And then I go home.
She calls me on it. She knows me better than anyone else. She says she knows me as though she has knitted me herself.
I like this. I value this. This makes me feel whole. This makes me feel protected. This makes me want to please her. Makes me want to do fewer stupid things.
I know she will always be there for me. Nothing I do will ever be stupid enough to send her screaming in the streets.
Just recently she proved that our sisterly bond will be forever.
Somebody insulted me.
She defended me.
No details will be given.
Suffice it to say, there was a bottle of wine involved. And a CLUNK.
I will love her forever.
Not because I’ve known her forever.
Not because we both like sushi.
Not even because she is the funniest person I know.
But because she’s my best friend.