RedGlitter;920498 wrote: Lea.
We met in the sixth grade. She had on red Dittos and a goldish t shirt that said "Lea J.... for President." She came over and said "Hi, I'm Lea." Nobody spoke to me much then because I was The Weird Girl and I figured either she had guts or she was stupid. It turned out she wasn't stupid.
We were both only children and stuck out living in the sticks. I admit for a long time I thought she was weird...I mean, weirder than I even thought I was. She moved back to CA in tenth grade and I missed her like my arm had been cut off. But I would die before I'd ever admit that because I was tough and couldn't be shown to have actual feelings for someone. :rolleyes: Finally I contacted her and we picked up where we left off.
Then I went to cosmetology school at 18 and she came back down and enrolled in the same school. Then we had a spat and she left to CA again and we were both too proud to apologize.
Three years later I was sick of having dreams about her (telling me to call her) so I finally did and we picked up again. Then years went happily by until we had another misunderstanding. We disagree even now as to what it was about. About five years went by and I called her and she never returned my call. I got pissed and wrote her off because it hurt.
Then about four years ago, she showed up at my door. I was so shocked I slammed the door in her face! :wah: I didn't mean to, it was just my reaction. She came in and sat at my kitchen table and dumped out all that had happened in those five years like we had never parted. It took me a good two years before I would allow myself to trust her again. But it became obvious that the connection we have transcends a lot of sh*t. We are in each other's life on purpose. It was orchestrated that way. We're not just friends, we each have a piece of the other's soul.
She was there for me in the worst time I had and that proved her to me. My fear of trusting vanished.
We have jokes that are over 20 years old. We finish each other's sentences. We know what the other is thinking without it even being said. She's been to my house when I looked like dog barf and I didn't even care.
She and I have things that no one else would ever understand. I guess we just know how the other works. There's no way you can put a value on something like that. :-4
Beautiful story Red...you made me cry. I hope that you remain friends:-4
The nuns were very mean. Sister Mary Theodore:-1. was the devil herself. Joyce and i were HA HA birds in a TEE HEE tree.:wah: we could not look at each other without cracking up. which belive me. landed us into a lot of trouble with BOOM BOOM Theodore. 
