Maid of Cheek

I found out today that someone said some very hurtful things very publicly today about one of my best and truest friends.  I was distressed to hear it, as there’s a whole situation behind it and even thought that situation is pretty awful I hate to see things taken to a place where this person feels the need to rip my friend, we’ll call her Lola from now on (hope she likes it), to pieces by preying on her insecurities and supposed flaws.  It’s difficult when this other person is supposed to be a friend to me as well, but I feel our friendship is hindered by her failing to be honest with me and often dismissing my feelings and not listening to me.

So Lola had a bad day, and I hate that.  I love her very much and don’t want her feeling bad about herself because someone took out their hurt and frustration in a poor fashion.  Therefore, I am dedicating my post today to making sure she has a bright spot in her day and feels very, very loved — too loved even.

Dear Lola,

You are fantastic.  I don’t know what I did to be blessed with the amazing friends that I have, and when I think on that you are one that I always count in that number.  Even when I’m feeling a little jealous of how amazing you look (seriously, don’t lose any weight because I will appear even larger than I already do by comparison), I want to be around you and have fun with you.

You’ve made some mistakes and things have gone badly, but who hasn’t?  You’ve handled it all so well and I hate to see other people continue to punish you for it because you’ve been punished enough, especially with the grace that you’ve found in your move to get past all of it.  You don’t deserve to be hurt the way that you have.  Don’t believe a single word anyone else breathes to the contrary.

You are talented and beautiful in so many ways.  Your wit is tough to match and your grammar is impeccable.  You are so loving and kind, I am so grateful that you always try to make sure I know you like me.  You are gorgeous and sexy and I love that you share my appreciation for knowing how to work a pair of heels.  You have such amazing passion and you always seem to know how to take a mess and turn it into something sunny.  Your hospitality is something I’ve come to appreciate so much with how often I end up on your couch, and how readily you’ll share your wine.  I love that you are so fiery and refuse to apologize for the person you are, your new independence has made that even fiercer and you seem to know yourself even better — making you even sexier somehow.  It’s been great to see you like that, and so much easier to accept the terms it comes with that way.

I could go on, but I fear becoming repetitive.  Just know that I find these and so many other things about you reason that it’s so easy to be around you and be your friend.  They are reasons why I want to be your friend and reasons I am so happy to be your friend.

I don’t even remember how we first bonded or how we first started discovering how much we have in common, how alike we are.  Was it as seamless as it now feels?  I almost feel as if we were always meant to have each other and understand each other.  I never feel ridiculous telling you about whatever is in my head, because I never feel judged or feel like you don’t care because it’s silly.  I’m often amazed that you let me ramble on the way I do about the strange things going on in my brain.  You never downplay my feelings, you always validate me and accept me for me.

Thank you for being the way you are, for being who you are.  I will love you and be your friend no matter what happens to us and no matter what we do.  I found this note I wrote about/to you in my journal the other day and I will leave you with it:

Just move to Europe with me and we’ll visit Paris, Prague, Venice, etc., on the weekends and live an idyllic, romantic life.  Filled with adventures of our own making and laugh enough to make it the only reason we might cry.  You and I, my dear, could live care-free if we were together and far away.

But I know as well as you it won’t fix anything.  Perhaps we’d be happily, blissfully ignorant for a stay before we became restless and started looking for meaning or someone to care for and be loyal to of the opposite sex.

Just remember, my love, you and I will always need each other.  I will need you, anyway.  You and I being so parallel and fluid.  I think we could clash and recover easily because with some exceptions we are the same and will understand each other forever.  I know you because I know myself, in a way.

No one could wreak havoc with me the way you can.  We’re the same kind of crazy, so we can communicate in the same language.

I love you fiercely and loyally, always.

Always,

Your Maid