Dear Lucia,
How have we known each other almost 8 years? It feels like just yesterday {yet somehow several lifetimes ago at the same time} that we were bonding over hot wings and Wedding Crashers, and starting on our long road of adventures as partners in crime.
When I think of you I think of abandoned houses, Parliament Lights and Dodge Neons. Pick up truck tailgates and the middle of nowhere desert. I think of late nights and endless conversations. My first apartment, our first apartment. Secrets, Vodka, parties and matching t-shirts. Santa Monica, windows down, Josh Franks and too many pictures.
You know my past, you know my secrets and you're such a huge part of my story.
We've lived so many moments in our own little world together, and sometimes it all feels like a dream.
Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself that it did happen, we were those people, we lived that life.
All those years ago.
Now we're both moms with careers, trying to be grown ups.
And you're still here.
My wingman, my sister, my friend.
I love you.
I have read this several time today, and every time it makes me cry... damn you! :) I keep trying to come up with words in response to this and nothing seems to express how I really feel. Everything I can think of all seems to fall short and every word in the world is insatiable. All I can say for right now is, thank you. You have no idea how much this letter means to me. And I know that is such a cliche saying, but it make me feel loved, and cared about, and important. Truly.
ReplyDeleteI will return this letter one day with one of my own for you... but I'll give it some time so I don't look like a copy cat. haha!
Love you too, Seester <3