I was remembering how I used to lie my head in my best friends lap and she would pluck and shape my brows, before I had the courage to do it myself. We used to pass a cold back and forth for weeks because the agony of a weekend without the other just seemed silly. We bought our first bras together and spent evenings cutting our jeans into shorts that with the slip of a snip easily became skirts.
For all you women, I know you know the feeling. Forever memories next to your girlhood friend.
Always nostalgic, that hurt of growing up, sometimes awkward next to another
who witnesses you through it all.
Last week, I spent a few days with my sister, Viva and her childhood best friend, Maya. They had one of those friendships that was always filled with giggling and the carefree manner you acquire when your holding someone else's hand. I have this photo of them that I took when I was 12 and they were 7, with linked arms above their heads, dressed in my clothes mid-laugh. We were sharing our memories of each other on my couch, and I was telling them how I didn't remember for years, actually holding a conversation with either of them when they were together. They always seemed to busy picking flowers and skipping in their fairy land. Then Maya told me that she felt the same, that her memories of me were of always trying on my clothes with Viva (which of course used to drive me crazy), we got a laugh out of that :)
I was curious at the beginning of our two day visit if they had changed, as teenagers usually do, and found that no, they were some of the lucky few. Still lost in their giggles, holding hands, cuddling in their spare time, and filling their fairy world with duets.
This ones for you Dear Sister Girls.