Who would I walk greenlake with?
I lost a friend in one lap around that lake. And our friendship has grown deeper and stronger with each day that has passed living here... walking the lake has helped me integrate many new things into my mind and soul. I will miss the lake when I am gone. I know you will too if and when you go. Coming back to it to visit or to live, I will recognize it as the magical reflection of transformation and transcendence that it is. What a strong, wonderful memory... more than that... for friends?
Me and you... Chy we are both at a particular point in our lives. Through some strange, magnificent quirk and/or direction of the Universe we are both going through the same circumstances, "but not". We are both learning some of the same things about the same issues in ourselves, "but not". Everything's Interreflective of itself in some strange way. Interreflective of the myriad of points in our lives, Interconnected, Interrelated. Too much to be random. We are too aware. Aware enough. We'd be much happier knowing that the other is really growing, on the path, or at least trying to be -even if we weren't in the same city or country. If you weren't in the same city as me I'd miss you terribly... I'd miss you to death. But I love you. For you to blossom here in Seattle, the East Coast, the Ivory Coast, Timbuktu, Ireland... nothing would make me happier. I have nothing but love, respect, acceptance and devotion to you as a life long friend.
Jesus John, trying to make a girl cry? I mean, huh, man! I was just joking that i have recently been reduced to a silly sighing chy, and man o man is it true right now. I have a really big attache case, come with me!!!!!!!!
This is me right now: tsk, sigh, furrow brow, ear pull, chewing on my lip. Sigh, look away, sigh again. Single tear.
John, in some crazed weird way, we compliment each other. You complete me I guess. Strange. I'm gonna miss you so friggin much, but I think you know.
Greenlake will always be our people zoo. I have so many memories of us on that lake. Walking and talking, just you and me. Then we grew, included Rob and it was the trio pounding the pavement. And now it's back to us. I like it better this way. I like contemplating where life is going to take us, the lessons we are supposed to be learning at this moment, the trials we are enduring, recent emotional triumphs. Realizations and epiphanies and eureka moments between evaluations of that girl's butt and that runner's stride,and longboards and weird methods of transportation/simultaneous exercise. I remember sitting on the hill and telling you about David and I, and the confusion that ensued. You watched me move from Steve to Tony. Move from an always compulsively active ADD girl to a more contemplative and reserved gal. You facilitated that transition in a lot of ways. By showing me that it is alright to have actual emotions and be, gasp, HUMAN. To cry and be depressed and not be able to hold up the sky all the time. No matter what, you just accepted me. And walked with me, and let me ramble and told me about how you are dealing. John, you were a freaking friend. I love you John.
Got plans this weekend? I'll bring the Jack Daniels, we can stumble through G.Lake at like, midnight, although I know you are big on drinking.
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i really dont know what to say.... i have an expressionless expression... sigh... and a soul deep smile.
Ps: Yes! Come over this weekend
