It has been months since I have been able to sit and enjoy the company of both my best friends and having seen them today, I feel lighter and so much warmer within.
These two women whom I call my best friends are also my sisters, my lovers, my confidantes, and my soulmates. They are everything that keeps me light, lovely, soulful, and all that is in between. From my missing socks to my missing sanity, they have helped me find it all. While I watched them both sip on their teas and coffees, I couldn’t help but count all my blessings for having been bestowed these two lovely women in my life. If you knew the ways in which the three of us met, you would truly believe in divine intervention and that coincidences are very much real and with purpose.
They are honestly so wonderful. Any further words I say for them will truly be doing them a grave injustice, so as always, I will take from my favourite writers, words that best fit my sentiments:
Here’s the truth: friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories, but they are often discussed as if they are ancillary, “bonus” relationships to the truly important ones. Women’s friendships outlast jobs, parents, husbands, boyfriends, lovers, and sometimes children…it’s possible to transcend the limits of your skin in a friendship…This kind of friendship is not a frivolous connection, a supplementary relationship to the ones we’re taught and told are primary – spouses, children, parents. It is love…Support, salvation, transformation, life: this is what women give to one another when they are true friends, soul friends.
And a second one that really captures the essence of our friendship:
Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don’t guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it’s total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral.
And it’s relentless.
-Leah Raeder, Black Iris.
My loves, if you are reading this, know that I love you with all that I am capable of.