I’ve had an epiphany of sorts. I’ve decided to have a love affair.
With myself.
I know, it’s been a long time coming, but it was bound to happen, sooner or later. I have always been my own worst enemy, but it’s beginning to dawn on me that I have also always been my own best friend.
Who has been there every step of the way, for every tear shed, for every laugh bellowed? Who has been there through every faux pas and every triumph? Who is that girl with a smile on her face, who only wants peace and goodness for everyone around? Who is there, every morning, ready for the joys of a brand new day? Who is there, every night, whispering away the cares of the day?
Who’s tripping down the streets of the city, smiling at everybody she sees? Who’s reaching out to capture a moment? Everyone knows it’s Sueeeeeeee. Okay, so I got lost with the Association there for a bit.
It’s interesting, reflecting back on various periods of my life, that I’ve never been more lonely than when I was with somebody. And that’s a tragic kind of loneliness. An abyss. When I’m alone, by myself, I’m not alone. I’m in good company, with a dear old friend. The conversation is seldom dull. I’m with someone who’s got my back. Someone who will always be there for me. Someone who may sometimes let me down, but will always make amends. Someone I admire. Someone I respect. Someone responsible, hard working, interesting, creative, smart, witty, kind, playful, loving, generous, conscientious, thoughtful, resourceful, compassionate, genuine, and fun.
Who?
the finest of friends
Yep. Sueeeus Maximus. None other. She is one super fantabulous girl.
I like her.
I like her a lot.
