There are certain times, usually when I am postponing very necessary sleep, that I want to write warm and fuzzy things. Tonight (this morning?) is one of those times. Today's topic--Amy and Allie.
Amy and Allie Wilson are two of my best best friends. They have been studying abroad in Ghana since July and will be there until June. This is...unbearable. I miss them more than words can say, and when one of them calls me out of the blue, from Ghana, it makes my whole day. I feel incomplete without them, even though we are usually 7.5 hours away from each other, they are always a phone call away. Even though they have been gone for 4 months already, I still have to catch myself picking up the phone to call one of them. There are just so many things that I can tell only them; bits of gossip or things that I would be excited about and they would be excited about, but no one else would be. They are my other...thirds.
Amy and I got to know each other in Spanish 2 at Yuba City High School my junior year. We would do homework together and make little high school girl signs and gossip (she is the one who told me that my high school boyfriend cheated on me!). We formed a little group my senior year with Allie and Samantha Delello and got super close. We would always go to someone's house for lunch, and usually end up praying at the end of the period. We were such good girls. Today, we aren't such good girls (well, I'm not, anyway), but I couldn't live without her. Her smile makes everything okay, and I know that if I embarrass myself, she will always be there to do something even more embarrassing to make me feel okay. Come home soon, Amy Elizabeth __Son!
Allie was the first friend I made in Kindergarten, even though she doesn't remember it. She was sitting on the floor alone, playing with some blocks, and I introduced myself to her and asked if I could play. Then we sat and played with blocks. It's my first memory of Kindergarten and my first memory of Allie. She has been there for me ever since. She is the most loyal friend I have, and will defend her best friends as if they are her children. I can always count on her to be there for me whenever I need her, whether it's through a really tough break-up (where I can cry on her pillow-y bosom while she plays with my hair) or just when I need a laugh (all it takes is some Allie-style dancing). I miss you, baby meow meow. Please get a Hermione sandglass thing and be here, too!
I think I need to just move to Ghana.
I LOVE YOU, AMY AND ALLIE.
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