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I can't get the pictures to upload. I took pictures of pictures that Emily and I went through tonight. Because this is the sort of thing Emily and I do when left alone together; go through other people's pictures, although to be fair, she, and/or Steven were in most of them and she did find them in HER home. It's not creepy, it's...nostalgic, just from a secondhand perspective. Right? Right?
But anyway. So, Emily and I had an awesome time tonight, work flew by because before I left, she called to let me know she was here, and...shenanigans ensued.
Since I can't get the pictures to upload, I want to try to show you in some other way how amazing Emily really is and how happy she makes me. A few months back, I wrote a letter on here to Traci, and now I would like to do the same for Emily.
I remember meeting you. Power of the Pen. (I still have the t-shirt, even.) You didn't like me at first because I beat you to the punch at a really bold and negative review of the supposed Best Of The Best sellout piece. I was scared of how cool you were. I mean, guys like Steven and Ross talked to you. I was the skinny, shapeless nerd and you were the girl all the boys were falling over themselves to date.
But then we got over it, and a lot of other things, and started sitting with one another on the bus. You talked to me a lot about sex, I talked to you a lot about faith. Neither of us was ever fully accepted at school, and we bonded partly because of that. We started hanging out after school, making nachos, watching Daria, making fun of Christina Aguilera. You introduced me to Alanis Morissette and I pretended to know the words and mouthed along with you because I didn't want you to realize I hadn't already heard of her.
You are one of a very small group of people who can make me laugh until my face hurts. I can say anything, ANYTHING to you and know that you will not think less of me for it. You've seen me at my finest, and at my worst. You've given me such good advice over the years. I trust you. You are also one of a very small group of people who understands the weight of that statement.
I remember a phone call you made that meant the world to me. I remember another phone call, years later, the day when I felt like I finally had a chance to begin repaying some of the kindness that you have always shown me. 8am on your front porch on that summer morning, pajama pants and messy hair, you smoking and crying, and yet you were STILL thinking of me, even then, and made me switch places with you so I wouldn't be downwind and have to smell the smoke as much.
That same summer we carpooled to, and sometimes from, work. You complained about smelling so clean and yet feeling so dirty (working in laundry at the Marriott) and I complained about rude customers (working at Deb) and we listened to loud music and drove too fast.
No matter how busy we get, we still make time for each other. It doesn't happen as often, but we never let ourselves grow apart. I love you so much, and you are one of the reasons I KNOW God exists. I really believe that the reason our paths crossed was to remind me of this.
You are selfless and beautiful and amazing, and I am so lucky to know you.
Love,
Julie
But anyway. So, Emily and I had an awesome time tonight, work flew by because before I left, she called to let me know she was here, and...shenanigans ensued.
Since I can't get the pictures to upload, I want to try to show you in some other way how amazing Emily really is and how happy she makes me. A few months back, I wrote a letter on here to Traci, and now I would like to do the same for Emily.
I remember meeting you. Power of the Pen. (I still have the t-shirt, even.) You didn't like me at first because I beat you to the punch at a really bold and negative review of the supposed Best Of The Best sellout piece. I was scared of how cool you were. I mean, guys like Steven and Ross talked to you. I was the skinny, shapeless nerd and you were the girl all the boys were falling over themselves to date.
But then we got over it, and a lot of other things, and started sitting with one another on the bus. You talked to me a lot about sex, I talked to you a lot about faith. Neither of us was ever fully accepted at school, and we bonded partly because of that. We started hanging out after school, making nachos, watching Daria, making fun of Christina Aguilera. You introduced me to Alanis Morissette and I pretended to know the words and mouthed along with you because I didn't want you to realize I hadn't already heard of her.
You are one of a very small group of people who can make me laugh until my face hurts. I can say anything, ANYTHING to you and know that you will not think less of me for it. You've seen me at my finest, and at my worst. You've given me such good advice over the years. I trust you. You are also one of a very small group of people who understands the weight of that statement.
I remember a phone call you made that meant the world to me. I remember another phone call, years later, the day when I felt like I finally had a chance to begin repaying some of the kindness that you have always shown me. 8am on your front porch on that summer morning, pajama pants and messy hair, you smoking and crying, and yet you were STILL thinking of me, even then, and made me switch places with you so I wouldn't be downwind and have to smell the smoke as much.
That same summer we carpooled to, and sometimes from, work. You complained about smelling so clean and yet feeling so dirty (working in laundry at the Marriott) and I complained about rude customers (working at Deb) and we listened to loud music and drove too fast.
No matter how busy we get, we still make time for each other. It doesn't happen as often, but we never let ourselves grow apart. I love you so much, and you are one of the reasons I KNOW God exists. I really believe that the reason our paths crossed was to remind me of this.
You are selfless and beautiful and amazing, and I am so lucky to know you.
Love,
Julie