Upon discussing our upcoming reunion with one of my most treasured friends from college (also an Abigail/Abby) whom I never see anymore because she lives in North Carolina and I don't:
Abigail Owens: it's been too long!
and, more than that, how to put it...
Abigail Owens: like, it's not only
been too long
but i feel like people say that when they miss "the good
old days" or whatever
and i... don't, particularly
i mean, of course i miss you
but i have definitely come into myself a ton more in the past
few years, and i'm excited for our kindred spirits to
meet up as adults
not to sound like a total weirdo
ok this is my last ditch effort at verbalizing what i mean:
me: TOTAL WEIRDO
Abigail Owens: instead
of "it's been too long"
i feel like... "it's time"
me: ooh, i like
that
and i agree wholeheartedly
i am really looking forward
i love that it's been so long in a way
because now we're aged to perfection and it's time to pour a
glass of our vintage!
Abigail Owens: so even if i am a
total weirdo (totally am, let's be honest), you get it!
Abigail Owens: hahaha.
yes.
me: and then we
can re-bottle it and pour another perfectly-aged glass later!
Abigail Owens: damn
straight.
me: WHO'S THE
WEIRDO NOW
Abigail Owens: hahaha
i mean
i'm the one who is like on the brink of tears at our perfect
vintage selves here
me: save them for
our next vintage! we can jack up the price when we sell it and say they're
truffle oil tears or some shit.
If I didn't hate them so much, I would post a friendship quote right here.
