True Friendship

In my previous post I complained about friends who don't act like friends. This time I want to say thank yous.

I met her when I was 8 or 9 years old, I think. She was a tomboy and grew up to be a rather guy'ish woman. We became very good friends, and are that still. When I met her this summer she told me that a much bigger shock than whatever my identity is, was me telling her that I am planning to go to L.A. She said that she has seen over the years that there is something wrong with me, some inner turmoil I hadn't been able to talk about, and that she now sees how happy and content I am. She is very happy for me, and she accepts me as I am. Thank you!

Another old friend of mine I met when I was 10 or 11 years old. She has been a good and true friend who doesn't care what others might think of me, and subsequently of her in my company. You know how cruel kids can sometimes be. When I wasn't ready to talk about difficult things she waited patiently for a year for me to come around, and when I did talk to her she accepted me as I am, without a question or an attempt to change me. Thank you!

The only problem with these two friends is that they both live relatively far away so we don't see each other so often. But that doesn't seem to be a problem when we meet -- we simply take up as if there hasn't been more than a couple of days or a week since the previous meeting, even if it really has been a year or more.

The third person I want to mention is my best friend, my mate, my love, my girlfriend, my wife to be, my greatest and most wonderful treasure in the whole wide world. She listens to me when I need to talk and understands me often better than I do myself. Her ideals and interests are very similar to mine, and we have wonderful conversations. She enjoys the silly playful moods that seize us once in a while as much as I do. She seeks my help and support when she needs it. She is perfect for me. My soul mate, my princess. Thank you thank you thank you! I love you!