Driving home from watching "Blades of Glory" with the BFG and I was petrified. Wondered who to call to keep me company and realised it was just past 6 pm in England.
I called Pigeon. And we talked.
She is anal, endearing, annoying and wonderful. Hard as nails but ever so soft. Practical to a fault but always ready to cry with me when it got too hard. I would whinge and gripe and bang things around my room when I got frustrated with her and then this cold cold heart would melt, when I found a note and a treat left on my bed as a peace offering. She is to me, a sister. Friends truly are the family you pick for yourself.
For the rest of my life I will carry memories of silly dancing with her in the Union, more often than not to "Build me up Buttercup". And for the rest of my life it will make me smile. The same way that picture of us sat on the pool table with our "tails" entwined always will.
It was a wonderful chat albeit too short. Then I had to put the phone down. The phone remedies the distance, but aggravates the problem in that instant when you have to stop talking. Damn this patchwork heart.
Pidge, I miss you. And I love you. And now stop doing that weird cry- laugh thing that you do and get yourself some tissues :p
Saturday, May 19, 2007
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