obsidianblaq's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soulmates this is an entry my darling tanya just posted. and it was so wonderful and heartwarming that i wanted to post it here for everyone. i read it and i felt so happy that i'm her friend and that she appreciates me as much as she does. but it's a two way street... i love her dearly. we've each been there for each other so many times. and i love the fact that there is nothing hidden between us. she can be herself around me. we have fantastically stupid moments together. like being sprawled on the lawn at the side of her house, me drunk, her stoned, and laughing our asses off. like sitting in a public restaurant patio and making crude comments and discussing things you wouldn't expect to hear in such a place. like baking cupcakes and having cocao fights. and of course theres the flip side. i've cried on her shoulder, she's cried on mine. she told me when she screwed up royally. she calls me when she needs someone. i call her when i need to talk about something thats messing with my emotions. we go on coffee dates and she shows up at school randomly to kidnap me. we go to movies togetehr and she steals my t-shirts. i bake her a cake for her birthday and show up with it at her party. she shows up at school on my birthday and sings happy birthday to me at the top of her lungs. it really is an amazing friendship. p> -------> Friends are good to have There's a serenity in this room. I'm sitting on the bed after a long day of work, and I'm content. The Simpsons are on and this is completely mindless. Thank God. I think I'm at a point in my life where things are progressing. I'm moving forward and while I completely expect a set back eventually, I'm holding onto to the forward momentum. I miss certain friends, Sam is one of them. She and I had a great friendship. We never believed the crap that went on behind our backs. We took each other at face value. It was cool. But then, one day, there was a serious misunderstanding. She thought I wanted the object of her affection, when so many times I told her that I wanted her to be with him, because they were so in love with each other. Anyways, long story short, she doesn't talk to me, but it's all good. She's with him now, and I'm so happy for her. How happy she is now is pretty much all I care about. If not talking to me does that, then so be it. Moving on, Kay. I love Kay. See, Kay, now here's someone who really knows me. She completely takes me at face value. Thing with Kay is, unlike Sam, I actually did screw up. I let her down in a big big way. But she knew that I was sorry, and that my intent wasn't to hurt her. She realized that I was human...d'uh! So, beyond Sam, and then Kay, there's Wemmo. Wemmo is me, so it's all good. These two are my soul mates. They have to be. I mean, I don't know if I buy the crap that is a soul mate/lover. In a way, I don't think it's possible. I think people who believe that they've found their soul mate in a lover are fooling themselves. A soul mate has to be a friend. Love is so volatile and unpredictable. There's no way a soul mate lies whithin a lover. That lover may come and go and when you depend any part of your soul on someone like that...isn't it asking for trouble. I love who I am with them. And one day I will meet someone that can see that side of me with them, my cocoa fight, my 'funny bunny' comments, my uncontrollable laughter resulting in choking on my quesadillas! Aw...that's fantastic! 8:09 p.m. - 2004-09-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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