Writer's Block: Down to the Letter
Dec. 4th, 2007 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Dear Shiloh,
We have been friends for so long that I've often thought of you as being the other part of me. It's only in the last couple of years that it seems we've grown away from each other. That thought actually keeps me awake at night. Over these last few, with your school, my school, your love interests and mine, families, children, drama, money...we've been there for each other. You were my rock, as I was yours.
There was a time that it didn't matter what was going on, all we needed was a few words from the other one to cheer us up. "Whosabooboo" "karah vonlurkenhosen" "jesus christ on a cracker" ....you know. Then we stopped having those times together. There was no more Frankenfluff, so we played out what we had from the past. Life gets in the way and friends move along. Did we move in the same direction and just have blinders on? Did we move away from each other, one of us still grasping at a time for the other one?
I wish I knew. I wish I could use my magic wand and fix everything that is going on with you, the stuff I know about and that I don't know about. I wish I could wave that wand and fix my own. But I can't. All I can do, as I have so many times before, is put this out there for you to see that I am still your friend and hope I always will be. I lost Shelley those years back. I've lost other friends. The thought of losing you scares me. I really will be missing part of my soul if you go. How many "bitches" do you think I have?
All the songs I dedicate to you, all the "special" shirts to wear only when speaking to each other, all the nasal flavored mountain-dew, coffee and cigarrette smoke. The nights of laughing so hard you can't breathe. The fun of scaring the ones that don't know us well. Hell, the fun of scaring the ones that did. You are my sunshine, my hero, the wind beneath my wings, my bitch, the dirty slut of the two of us, and so...so much more to me than my luggage. All of the things I now know about myself that would be lost without having had you to point them out.
I hope you see this. I hope you understand why I'm writing it. I miss you and will always need you in my life. I want to live out that fantasy with you of being two old women at the nursing home, smoking and feeling up the young, fleshy male orderlies.
I love you.
I'm here,
Autumn
Dear Shiloh,
We have been friends for so long that I've often thought of you as being the other part of me. It's only in the last couple of years that it seems we've grown away from each other. That thought actually keeps me awake at night. Over these last few, with your school, my school, your love interests and mine, families, children, drama, money...we've been there for each other. You were my rock, as I was yours.
There was a time that it didn't matter what was going on, all we needed was a few words from the other one to cheer us up. "Whosabooboo" "karah vonlurkenhosen" "jesus christ on a cracker" ....you know. Then we stopped having those times together. There was no more Frankenfluff, so we played out what we had from the past. Life gets in the way and friends move along. Did we move in the same direction and just have blinders on? Did we move away from each other, one of us still grasping at a time for the other one?
I wish I knew. I wish I could use my magic wand and fix everything that is going on with you, the stuff I know about and that I don't know about. I wish I could wave that wand and fix my own. But I can't. All I can do, as I have so many times before, is put this out there for you to see that I am still your friend and hope I always will be. I lost Shelley those years back. I've lost other friends. The thought of losing you scares me. I really will be missing part of my soul if you go. How many "bitches" do you think I have?
All the songs I dedicate to you, all the "special" shirts to wear only when speaking to each other, all the nasal flavored mountain-dew, coffee and cigarrette smoke. The nights of laughing so hard you can't breathe. The fun of scaring the ones that don't know us well. Hell, the fun of scaring the ones that did. You are my sunshine, my hero, the wind beneath my wings, my bitch, the dirty slut of the two of us, and so...so much more to me than my luggage. All of the things I now know about myself that would be lost without having had you to point them out.
I hope you see this. I hope you understand why I'm writing it. I miss you and will always need you in my life. I want to live out that fantasy with you of being two old women at the nursing home, smoking and feeling up the young, fleshy male orderlies.
I love you.
I'm here,
Autumn
