Even during tough times, like having to say goodbye to your best friend for the millionth time in your life. I remember our first goodbye like it was yesterday. I was on the floor in the lounge, all the furniture was gone and I was sobbing into the phone barely able to speak. We were 11 at the time and have never lived in the same town, or even provience since. But here is the wonder, after all these years of being apart, and millions of miles between us, our friendship just gets stronger and stronger. Which doesn’t help the goodbyes. Our most recent goodbye was on Monday, and I sobbed like a child all the way home. I consider myself extremely lucky to have her in my life. Not many people get to say they have had a friend since they were in their mom’s bellies and then not let anything, including distance, ruin it. We often speak about how one day we’ll be 80 and she’ll still get me to tickle her back, and I’ll still make her giggle with all my crazy stories and we’ll complain about our hair and weight and share slippers.
I miss you, and wish for the day that we can call each other to go for a cup of coffee round the corner. But until then, you’ll always be my Wonder Woman and forever my best friend.
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