About Me Meme - Day 7 (Back Posted/Monday)
Day 07 - Your best friend, in great detail
I. Catherine (kyllo; 26 yrs)
This used to be my playground
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Cat and I became best friends when we were one and half years old. In some ways, we are about as different as two people could turn out. But we care about each other deeply and have so much shared history. The death of my little sister, and the birth of hers. The remarrying of our parents. Divorces. Findings. All of high school. A million slumber parties as children and crazy escapades of daring, dangerous, do that we put out barbies through.
I found Elfquest through her. We wrote our notes in high school in Germanic runes so people couldn't read them, in bound notes books we still have. We live a city a part and still keep tabs on each other, still see each other during the year. I was in her wedding even when all the details had be arranged between Texas and Korea.
II. Earl (emeryll; 11 yrs)
Past the point of no return,
the final threshold -what warm,
unspoken secrets will we learn?
Earl and I met in high school. My Junior year, his Senior. In a library of all things, when I leaned over and like the breathless fan girl I totally did not convey I wasn't, said, "Is that a Phantom of the Opera website?" I tell you people, the stuff of legends was born there. With the Phantom of the Opera.
We have a million crazy stories. And the girl who dropped spaghetti in my hair.
And Prom. And his becoming gay and pagan. Or getting into Amtgard.
Godiva and car trips and Yankee candles and simply tv watching.
And in each of them it boil down to this: we get each other. High and low. We always have and always will. Even when we lived half a country away, within five minutes of being near each other, we went straight to 'peas and carrots' again, as though we'd never spent a day apart. It's why moving in has been like a breeze easy.
III. Sage (sageness; 9 yrs)
I love her more than I can tell
Heaven help me now
Seems I found to find her just as well
Her name is Sage, but you know her best around these parts as My Girl, but even this isn't what I call her. The word that comes to mind each and every time I think of her. She is my Always. The very literal promise of always. For all time, all actions, all eventualities, all darkness all my life. She'll be there. We know already.
She told me everything, secret and sacred about me, I'd known of myself, off an astrology chart the first time we talked. I felt more naked than any person had ever gotten me without clothes on. I think it's a very good image for our relationship. I could tell her anything and I will never not want to make her life an easier, beautiful, love-filled place simply for being.
IV. Stephanie (neenie; 1 1/2 yr)
little child, be not afraid
though rain pounds harshly against the glass
like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight
Let me tell you of the least predictable thing I found in Korea.
She was in Maryland. She joined the Sparkle Mafia and I shrugged. A very cool, years long known, Milliwayers. Good, but not life changing. Until she showed up one day on my aim with the words, "Kyle is gone for two weeks. Entertain me." I should have put up my white flag then.
We found out she had the same morning work hours as my hours at home after work. We created the Historical Ooms. We talked for eight hours a night/morning, depending on where you were. First Milliways. Then an AU. And somewhere in among it all, the whole gamut of real life. Because we were safe and completely uninvolved with each other and each other’s life.
Which somehow, perhaps, because of it, evolved into exactly the opposite across the next year and half. I gained a great multifaceted writing partner and a dearly close, involved best friend.
I. Catherine (kyllo; 26 yrs)
This used to be my playground
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Cat and I became best friends when we were one and half years old. In some ways, we are about as different as two people could turn out. But we care about each other deeply and have so much shared history. The death of my little sister, and the birth of hers. The remarrying of our parents. Divorces. Findings. All of high school. A million slumber parties as children and crazy escapades of daring, dangerous, do that we put out barbies through.
I found Elfquest through her. We wrote our notes in high school in Germanic runes so people couldn't read them, in bound notes books we still have. We live a city a part and still keep tabs on each other, still see each other during the year. I was in her wedding even when all the details had be arranged between Texas and Korea.
II. Earl (emeryll; 11 yrs)
Past the point of no return,
the final threshold -what warm,
unspoken secrets will we learn?
Earl and I met in high school. My Junior year, his Senior. In a library of all things, when I leaned over and like the breathless fan girl I totally did not convey I wasn't, said, "Is that a Phantom of the Opera website?" I tell you people, the stuff of legends was born there. With the Phantom of the Opera.
We have a million crazy stories. And the girl who dropped spaghetti in my hair.
And Prom. And his becoming gay and pagan. Or getting into Amtgard.
Godiva and car trips and Yankee candles and simply tv watching.
And in each of them it boil down to this: we get each other. High and low. We always have and always will. Even when we lived half a country away, within five minutes of being near each other, we went straight to 'peas and carrots' again, as though we'd never spent a day apart. It's why moving in has been like a breeze easy.
III. Sage (sageness; 9 yrs)
I love her more than I can tell
Heaven help me now
Seems I found to find her just as well
Her name is Sage, but you know her best around these parts as My Girl, but even this isn't what I call her. The word that comes to mind each and every time I think of her. She is my Always. The very literal promise of always. For all time, all actions, all eventualities, all darkness all my life. She'll be there. We know already.
She told me everything, secret and sacred about me, I'd known of myself, off an astrology chart the first time we talked. I felt more naked than any person had ever gotten me without clothes on. I think it's a very good image for our relationship. I could tell her anything and I will never not want to make her life an easier, beautiful, love-filled place simply for being.
IV. Stephanie (neenie; 1 1/2 yr)
little child, be not afraid
though rain pounds harshly against the glass
like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight
Let me tell you of the least predictable thing I found in Korea.
She was in Maryland. She joined the Sparkle Mafia and I shrugged. A very cool, years long known, Milliwayers. Good, but not life changing. Until she showed up one day on my aim with the words, "Kyle is gone for two weeks. Entertain me." I should have put up my white flag then.
We found out she had the same morning work hours as my hours at home after work. We created the Historical Ooms. We talked for eight hours a night/morning, depending on where you were. First Milliways. Then an AU. And somewhere in among it all, the whole gamut of real life. Because we were safe and completely uninvolved with each other and each other’s life.
Which somehow, perhaps, because of it, evolved into exactly the opposite across the next year and half. I gained a great multifaceted writing partner and a dearly close, involved best friend.