Somedays, what you need to write is a mind clear of the flotsom and jetsom of real life. To be able to release all that... stuff that's bogging you down, and simply start over from scratch. That's what today was, I think, on some deep internal level. After all, it's not easy to write about young love when your mind's cluttered. Which definitely explains why I haven't written in two or three days.
Today was one of those days where I HAD to go out, but all I really wanted to do was stay home. It was rainy and cold. One of those days where the rain drips out of an endlessly gray sky. I could have quite literally sat at my back window and watched my grass grow. I do love the rain. I just don't love driving in it. With two kids. Leaving two soon to be muddy dogs at home. But I buckled down and took the opportunity to do something I've needed to do for a while.
I saw my best friend today. This was a big deal, since we haven't seen each other in two years (except once in very brief passing). And I suddenly realized, all over again, that distance doesn't matter when you love someone. There are some friends who, when you see them, the passage of time is everything ~ you've somehow become different people and that magical bond you once shared has become nothing more than ties of the past. Then there are those rare, precious few. You know the ones I'm talking about. The ones you could call up after twenty years of nothing but emails.. and they'd drop everything to be at your side. My best friend is like that. I don't know when I'll be seeing him again, but I know it doesn't matter. Not really. Because he truly is just a phone call away.