When The Shoe Fits

So R&K, they came and left. And, well, it was great.

I love how natural our friendship is. Honestly, I rarely see them and we hardly ever talk. Emails are sporadic and even when my computer was functioning, Skype conversations were at best occasional. Even when I finally found them at the airport, it was this nonchalant, "Oh hey. Cool. You're here," and then we picked up from where we never left off.

It was so refreshing to finally be around people who get me. I guess I had forgotten what that felt like. B asked me, "How do you feel life differs when people get you?" Well, I suppose when you process life aloud to them, if they didn't already somehow know it all, at the very least they know where you're coming from and they get why you think and feel the way you do. It's just...inherent. And then there's the glorious "no shame" dimension devoid of embarrassment and in which absolutely free are you from fear of judgment. Who the hell cares when you know they love you no matter what, right?


So many forgotten little personality nuances came rushing back to me both in increments of small whispers and strong gusts of winds alike. Things you have come to love about someone, learned to love, struggled to love; facets that range from those you want to shout to the world to those you feel the urge to defend. I don't know. To me, that's part of 'getting it.' Loving that stuff and letting people love your stuff unashamedly. Therein lies the beauty of friendships just meant to be.


Wah. I can't wait to go home.