To be honest, the first thing that popped into my head was “friend”.
Of course, you can’t see her, but I can. Her brown hair is curled and piled on her head the day we met as we both watched younger siblings. I’m the tall one. She’s not and we both laugh about it.
It’s been 25 years since the day we discovered that famed kindred spirit between us. So much life has happened. She’s got four boys. I’ve got one girl and two boys. Her family has moved to several states where my family has only moved once. She homeschools and my kids attend the public school.
She lives and breathes music. It’s how she creates. Words come to her as lyrics whereas they come to me in thoughts to be written for stories. I remember her cleansing her listening palate with a steady diet of classical music so she could compose well.
There were years when I didn’t hear from her. But God always brings our hearts back to each other. She told me once of a mutual friend and a conversation that proved, as if I ever needed it, her loyalty to me.
Regardless of our differences and busy lives, to this day, her name on an incoming call thrills me and I drop everything to be in that conversation with her.
Those two 15 year old girls could never imagine the paths their friendship would take but they knew the depth of loyalty necessary.
A true friend is worth fighting for.
This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday word prompt. I’m linking up with Kate Motaung over at the Five Minute Friday Community!