She tells me often that she left her heart in Denver. It reminds me of the song we listened to all summer after we graduated college. Sometimes there is no stopping it. You miss someone dearly and it can eat at you for a moment, an hour, a day, week, or month. I miss her so much right now, but she is in Spain having what I hope is a fantastic time. I’ll have to wait until she gets home for the stories and the pictures and post cards.
Until then, I find myself gravitating to songs we listen to, movies we’d watch while we would pig out on food we made in the biggest hurry possible. Growing up, we called it “cooking club”, which we still do mainly out of irony. I don’t care, though. This dear friend of 20 years makes her a taste of childhood, a comfortable reminder, and all-around soul sister. I miss her and if my legs could carry me to Spain, I’d be running there right now. Even if it was just for a quick “Hi, hello, I miss you”. It would more than suffice.
I’ll be patient for the next month, though. Then I think I’ll hug her until she tells me to get away from her.
Which, knowing her..would never happen. Another of the many reasons I love her. A friend that just the thought of makes your heart full and happy. I have been lucky in many things in life, but I will always consider this dear person to be my greatest treasure. Memory lane can wait until the end of August…
I hope I can as well.
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