She is my sister, my bestie, my other half.
It was late October and we were walking hurriedly back to my house from somewhere we shouldn't have been. She and I have always had adventures that began with me proposing something we should do, and she unwillingly coming along for the ride. I think we'd snuck over to some boy's house while his parents weren't home, and we needed to get back to my house before......fill in the mischievous blank.
As we walked, we laughed about how much fun we always have and then it hit me.
Me: It's almost Halloween.
C: Ok. And.
Me: Don't you remember? Halloween is when we first met. It's like our anniversary.
C: (laughs) Our Friendshiversary.
Me: Do you realize we've now been friends for (subtract 6 from our ages) years?
C: Oh my God....Thats' a long time.
Me: We need to celebrate and commemorate this moment.
C: We don't have anymore of the vodka from your dad's house.
Me: (fishes around in my pocket while we cross Arkansas Avenue. Pulls out safety pin.) We should become blood sisters.
C: (shrugs) Ok. Is that pin clean?
I pricked my finger, she pricked hers, and we pressed the two together. Then we hugged, each while clutching our fingers and rushing to get back to my house.
I always hear women rave about the virtue that is a sister and look at me pityingly when I tell them I have brothers. Those who know me know I love my boys like flowers love the sun, but there is something different about what my sister-from-another-mister and I share. She is proof that love can exist without connections that stem from blood, sexuality, or romance.
Without her, I would have never gone to school in the AUC.
Without her, I would never have stepped into blogging/social media.
Without her, I would have disappeared into the shell of a person I'd begun to dissolve into 5 years ago.
The keeper of each other's darkest secrets.
The conscience the other so often needs.
The cheerleader when life seems bleakest.
The Hillary to my CC.
Happy Birthday C!
Love you like flowers love the sun!