I found myself needing to phone a friend the other day. Life was a little grey and I needed some sunshine; so that’s what I did. I phoned a friend. I rang S explaining my current state and before I had even put the phone down I heard the screech of brakes outside my apartment. “Darling, I’m here…” she sang as she walked in wearing her fur coat and boots. Regardless of the situation S dresses glamorous for it. I love that. “Let’s talk.” And that’s what we did. I’ve known S since I was 15 and during the years we’ve seen each other through the heartache and laughter of life; as well as some questionable fashion choices… We sat down at the kitchen table and cradled our mugs of coffee as we talked. And I settled back into the heart of what reminds me how beautiful life can be. A friend who will turn up and listen, and without needing to explain will feel the silent ache of your soul. But it’s not all about the serious stuff , it’s the comfort of that kind nod of understanding.
“People might see me as nice.”I said “But I know I can be a bitch.”
“That’s because there’s no pretence about who you are. You’ve always known you.”S promptly replied.
And I smiled. True or not – she got it and we were both 15 again . Me indulging in my teenage angst and S, cool and collected, just putting it right with the perfect throwaway comment.
Friendship – one of Life’s great loves.