I can't wait. I feel like bouncing around, do a little dance and stuff.
She's been in my life for 8 years. She's been there through good times and bad times. 18 months ago she was my big rock.
It started as meeting at partys. Then the last festival of the summer 2001, before a lot of things changed, we ran around like mad supergirls, blowing soap bubbles, getting large groups of people to dance Riverdance.
The last night of the festival we were lying on our backs outside the tent, looking at the stars, slightly drunk, chatting and before we saw the neighbours big military tent collapse she said something that I haven't forgotten, because it was so honest and something you don't usually admit to think.
"If I say something stupid, it's only because I'm jealous".
And when all my friends turned the back on me at the same time the leaves started falling from the trees, she was there, and stayed.
She's one of the persons that can drag me to the floor of homesickness. She's one of the persons that can make me think "Fuck all this, I'm too far away, I'm leaving".
Even if months can go by without much contact, talking to or seeing her is like it's only been a few days inbetween, and I know she is always there, and I hope she knows I'm always here.
I won't forget when she called me on my birthday last year, the same weekend that she met her man for the first time, and I've been ever so happy for her that she found her Mr.
Love you Shobben ;)
No comments:
Post a Comment