Falling in love
We have our favorite pieces of clothing. We love them but sometimes we forget how much we love them. The same goes for friends. Sometimes as I’m hanging out with friends, I fall in love all over again.
I first met A. (not in the above picture) in our first-year writing class in college. That was the only class we would take together; we would go on to have different friends. Fast forward and we end up in grad school together. We become very good friends. We have tea, we have walks, she fattens me up, we swap men troubles, and we cry over heart-aches.
A. is the best! She’s smart, funny like all hell, gorgeous, and would put Martha Stewart to shame with her cooking. Last Friday, we hang out, and as we’re having dinner, I realize, this is one woman who is just fab-u-lous! She’s wonderful, and I love her to pieces. And you know what, she thinks I’m just as awesome. Men will frustrate us, life will have us by the horns, but with A., I’ll never have to doubt that she’s just as crazy about me as I am about her.