Holyfuckingshit. Today was the perfect definition of a rollercoaster. I went from helping my sister find the perfect wedding dress to saying goodbye to the best friend I've ever had.
My sister looked absolutely gorgeous in her wedding dress, a custom Oleg Cassini gown with all the bells and whistles. I felt like a pig in my pink bridesmaid dress, but whatever. It's all for her, so I do it. Somewhere between leaving the house and arriving at Genghis Grill, where we went for lunch, I missed a call from my mom's cell. And there was a voicemail, which my mom NEVER leaves. So, I play the message. It's from Emy, asking me if I can help her and her mom move today. I brushed it off, because I didn't want to ruin my sister's day. 6pm rolls around and I finally get a chance to return Emy's call. I ask her if they need any further help, she says no. Then she say that she's leaving for Belize on Tuesday. I suppose we should rewind a bit?
Almost 2 years ago, I started my last year of high school. I still only had lessthanahandful of friends, so, being the first day of senior year, I wanted to see them. I walked up to Elizabeth and Jessica, who were standing with this girl named Emelda. Little did I know that I would quickly become friends with this wild-haired fast-talking girl. When I graduated, Emy still had another year of high school, so we would hang out whenever we got the chance. Her birthday rolled around in October and Elizabeth and I had planned a surprise party for Emy, but since she's out of the loop as far as technology (i.e. cell phones) goes, she didn't get the memo. Ever heard of someone no-showing their own surprise party? lol Me neither! XD Anyway, we started hanging out almost every weekend, more often than not, it was just the two of us. It was during our little outings that I realized that she = me and let me tell ya, it is SO nice being best friends with an otherwise embodied version of yourself. The only difference was that her family was falling apart. Her mom had planned to leave her dad for a long time. Today, she decided to actually do it. They moved to a battered women's shelter. Emy had to go back to her house to get her car, so she stopped by my house to say goodbye. She was telling me about this place, and I couldn't help but feel incredibly bad for her. Then she tells me that she called me yesterday morning to see if I would like to accompany her on a road trip. Yet another phone call that I had ignored. If I would've answered the phone, my best friend wouldn't be leaving for another country right now.
I've lived so many places, met so many people, but I've never had a best friend. Until I met Emy, that is. I finally find a friend and now she's leaving, and I'm not entirely sure that I'll ever see her again. I love that girl and I hope she knows that.
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