Having known you

It seems like a long time ago, when I met a girl walking on her own down the road. She's a curious little thing, with more quirks than you could find in mad scientist. She's silent, almost self contained and a bundle of joy. All at the same time, mind you. And nothing quite beats the way she suddenly laughs after a long spell of sullenness. She's one of the leading lady if you made a movie on my life. She makes you think no end of your own brilliant wit, when in fact all you're doing is making noise. She talks in such a sensible tone, you won't stop laughing when she squeaks in delight. You'll thank her every day for listening with patience, for never ignoring your thoughts and most of all, for never walking away. Even when you've babbled incessantly for a better part of the day.

And then there was another, whose role I can never decide. She's the antagonist and the supporting actress by turn. She spends her time alternatively wanting to spend time with me and positively disdaining me. We probably wouldn't publicly acknowledge each other as friends. But she has her charms, her ways. She is a funny one, with enough neuroses to enthrall even Mr. Allen. Yet you know it's worth knowing her, for she can be enriching person to have been friends with.

Now there is one more. She is like that island one looks for when lost at sea, the one you see and then you don't. For almost three years she's been around, but she's not quite been someone I knew. She's become closer, like it was predestined. She shares her laughter with me and some of her sorrows. She sometimes makes me wonder about what life would be like if we lived together in the '50's somewhere. She's a dreamer, nothing else can describe her better. And you'll thank her for the dreams she spins around your eyes each day.

Having known you, my friends, has been an adventure. I wish it never had to end.