I have a friend at home, let's call him Schmatthew. He is one of my best friends--one of the two. He is the one who brings me yellow roses when I am feeling down, he sings "You're Beautiful" in a glorious voice (note the sarcasm), and he gives the best hugs in the world. Whenever I come home from college he is the first person I call. We will go on our nightly drives with our coffee/apple cider and talk. Talk. About everything. It starts out about how our classes are going and how we are doing with college and whatnot, and then it evolves into our non-existing romantic lives (ha) and into our hopes, dreams, ambitions, fears, loves, pasts, everything!!!
Before our drives through Duluth and the silence rule we follow as we drive over the hill and see my city for the first time, we always have our hug. He usually picks me up, comes in and gives me an initial hug. Then, we both talk with my parents for a bit and once we leave my house we hug again. This hug is what I miss. He is about 6'4" and powers over me. Whenever we hug, I am safe.
Te eche de menos, Schmatthew.
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to-dos
- skydive
- find a four leaf clover----Becca found one, so I know they exist
- write/compose a song
- hold a tarantula
- go parasailing
- sing karaoke
- climb a mountain
- ride in a hot air balloon
- run a marathon
- go to Africa
- bungee jump
2 comments:
good things with good friends are easy to miss...
Hugs are amazing for the human spirit, eh?
Never been to the BWCA. Thats the famed boundary waters, right? Remember, I'm still a Californian at heart and don't know these things :). Perhaps someday...
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