A pleasant surprise...
I had never been so excited to hear someone's voice before; I had never jumped out of my seat and when I heard his voice, I did just that. I could literally feel pain in the corners of my mouth from smiling so big. Just a second before, I was on the other line with my best friend and feeling kind of low. However, as usual, he could always up my spirits with just one look, one smile, and one call. I quickly clicked over to the other line and told her it was "him". One gasp and she said she'd wait for my phone call later. Ughh, so badly, I wished he was calling me to tell me he was outside my house. So badly, I wished I could hug him and hug him and hug him some more until my arms were weak. Again, I started feeling vulnerable. In my head, floated all these thoughts, but I had to contain myself. I mean it had been months since the last time we talked; there was much catching up to do.
The conversation was going smooth until he muttered "I miss you". I couldn't even think for a second before I blurted out "I miss you so much". And once I heard those words out loud, I realized how desperate I sounded. DAMN. I just wanted to kick myself. His words were soothing though and I knew then he missed me just as much as I missed him. After that, it was just laughs and flirtation.
One thing I love about our friendship is that we can talk about our new relationships. We both still care about our lives even though we both don't share it together anymore. I adore how he encourages me after my breakups. I adore how he just cares to know. What I adore most is how we both still admire each other. After all these years, I could honestly say our relationship, our friendship, is the ideal one. Through the great and the bad to the heartache and then the heartbreak, there's still respect and love between us. We've manage to feel every kind of feeling known to mankind and we still are best of friends. And to me, that the best and most real kind of love.
When it was time to say goodbye, I didn't want to. I wanted to tell him to jump in his car and drive down here. Or even better, jump on a plane, since that would mean he'd be right next me to sooner. But no. No, all I could do was say what a pleasant surprise his call was and patiently wait for his next phone call.
The conversation was going smooth until he muttered "I miss you". I couldn't even think for a second before I blurted out "I miss you so much". And once I heard those words out loud, I realized how desperate I sounded. DAMN. I just wanted to kick myself. His words were soothing though and I knew then he missed me just as much as I missed him. After that, it was just laughs and flirtation.
One thing I love about our friendship is that we can talk about our new relationships. We both still care about our lives even though we both don't share it together anymore. I adore how he encourages me after my breakups. I adore how he just cares to know. What I adore most is how we both still admire each other. After all these years, I could honestly say our relationship, our friendship, is the ideal one. Through the great and the bad to the heartache and then the heartbreak, there's still respect and love between us. We've manage to feel every kind of feeling known to mankind and we still are best of friends. And to me, that the best and most real kind of love.
When it was time to say goodbye, I didn't want to. I wanted to tell him to jump in his car and drive down here. Or even better, jump on a plane, since that would mean he'd be right next me to sooner. But no. No, all I could do was say what a pleasant surprise his call was and patiently wait for his next phone call.