These are the Girls
I spent a great evening with four of my oldest and closest friends yesterday. We have known eachother since elementary school, have been through everything - yes, pretty much everything - together and still managed to stay friends.
They are the girs who I rode my bike to school with when I was too old to be escorted by mom but too young to ride alone. We started off as responseble eightyearolds in bright-colored helmets. Over time, we turned into brave and loud teenagers who thought more about not letting rain or wind ruin makeup and hair than keeping an eye on the cars around.
They are the girls who ran my errands at the school yard, who asked the boys I thought I loved to date me. And out of girlish lojalty, they liked the ones who said yes, disliked the ones who did not. As we grew older, the tactics changed, but never the loyalty.
They are the girls who watched me blush from my first kiss, giggle from my first drink, and cry from my first breakup.
They are the girls who helped make me the one I am, but also prevented me from becoming what I have not. It is because of their influence I did not start smoking when many others did, that I did not fall into drug use when I could have.
They are the girls who taught me what it means to be a real friend, who forgave me when I failed, and let me do the same for them.
They are the girls in whose rooms I have solved all the dilemmas of childhood, teenage years, love struggles, and family issues. Now we meet over cups of coffee at each others kitchen tables, but they still sit down and listen. And they give the best advice, because they know me, they know where I come from. They have known every me there has ever been.
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When I look around at the faces, I still see the sevenyearolds we once were. Then we wondered how our lives would turn out. We dreamed and worried about the future. Now we know some of that. Now our dreams and worries are different. So also our perspectives.
I realize how unbeliveble lucky I am.
These are the girls who I called friends almost twenty years ago.
That is almost my whole life.
These are the girls.
My girls.
They are the girs who I rode my bike to school with when I was too old to be escorted by mom but too young to ride alone. We started off as responseble eightyearolds in bright-colored helmets. Over time, we turned into brave and loud teenagers who thought more about not letting rain or wind ruin makeup and hair than keeping an eye on the cars around.
They are the girls who ran my errands at the school yard, who asked the boys I thought I loved to date me. And out of girlish lojalty, they liked the ones who said yes, disliked the ones who did not. As we grew older, the tactics changed, but never the loyalty.
They are the girls who watched me blush from my first kiss, giggle from my first drink, and cry from my first breakup.
They are the girls who helped make me the one I am, but also prevented me from becoming what I have not. It is because of their influence I did not start smoking when many others did, that I did not fall into drug use when I could have.
They are the girls who taught me what it means to be a real friend, who forgave me when I failed, and let me do the same for them.
They are the girls in whose rooms I have solved all the dilemmas of childhood, teenage years, love struggles, and family issues. Now we meet over cups of coffee at each others kitchen tables, but they still sit down and listen. And they give the best advice, because they know me, they know where I come from. They have known every me there has ever been.
-
When I look around at the faces, I still see the sevenyearolds we once were. Then we wondered how our lives would turn out. We dreamed and worried about the future. Now we know some of that. Now our dreams and worries are different. So also our perspectives.
I realize how unbeliveble lucky I am.
These are the girls who I called friends almost twenty years ago.
That is almost my whole life.
These are the girls.
My girls.
Kommentarer
Postat av: mom
that´s what friends are for. Hang in there and keep it up girls.
Postat av: Stina
Du får ögonen att vattnas när jag läser. Älskar dig!
Postat av: Brother
Wonderfull! Hope you´ll keep that friendship for the rest of your life!
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