The Shelf Life of a Best Friend
5-7 years / please store in a cool, dry place
I was off by two days. When friends lay down big ultimatums like this, it's an unspoken rule that the two have to be incommunicado for the duration of the decision making. Text message doesn't count (I guess, because she messaged me today to let me know she was calling tomorrow).
Tomorrow, I find out if I lose my best friend or gain a girl friend. I know, I know, it doesn't have to be one or the other. Except... it does. There's no more crippling feeling than being in a relationship that is only partially expressed. I'm nervous. I'm terrified. I'm in love.
All par for the course, I guess, at twenty years old. Except that it is my life. My love. My best friend. Maybe that sounds stupid, but sometimes I find I have no choice but to admit that I have some growing up to do. I think this is a big step.
Prayers and happy thoughts... would be good. If you can bring yourself to pray, please do even if you don't believe anybody's listening. I do.
And now, I will hold my breath, and release it in about twenty-four hours. Starting....
...now...


