Lately I've been reconnected with old friends.
Particularly a friend I thought I'd lost a lifetime ago.
A friend that molded me, made me who I was at the tender age of 12.
I met Tara on the school bus in middle school. She was this tiny slip of a girl with the most amazing pair of green eyes. She didn't like me at first (most don't), but one day I invited her over and after slicing open my toe while playing volleyball, we bonded over pizza.
And we were hooked.
We sat together on the bus, we passed notes in the hallways, we would call each other and talk for hours on the phone at night.
She was my everything.
She knew about my obsession with Pearl Jam, all the boys I liked (and disliked) and my love of Marlboro cigarettes.
We would swim in her pool, listen to grunge music, read insanely long books (especially for 12 year olds) and watch Showtime late at night.
She became part of the family and I was part of hers. I would spritz on her mother's cologne when she wasn't looking (the mom, not Tara, but she could always smell it and yell at Tara for it after I'd gone). I was such a part of her family that her rottweilers loved me too.
It was a wonderful feeling at such a young age.
Attending different high schools, we grew apart but I never forgot about her. She was in the back of my mind and when ever I saw a VW Beetle or listened to Stairway to Heaven, I was crushed with memories.
I stumbled upon her MySpace page two years ago and we caught up, now we comment on each other's Facebook crap everyday.
And it feels good.
It feels real good to have a part of your past in your presence.
I'm so grateful we were able to reconnect and find that while we live totally different lives, we still have a friendship and we still have each other's back.
I'm so glad to have found you again, Tara.
3 hours ago