I had a really heartfelt conversation with Lisa today. It's so funny how sometimes we can be on such similar wavelengths even though we're leading such physically different lives, 2000 miles away from each other. Last night I had just told someone the entire story of how Lisa and I met, and how much we still mean to each other - and today it was all reaffirmed.
Every time I talk to Lisa I'm reminded of how special our friendship is, and how much she really helped me make sense of my spiritual confusion two summers ago. I'm continually amazed at the way we keep changing, yet remaining the same, and how we can pull each other up with words that ring so true... yet we've never met. It's so weird to think about that. I know her thoughts, her heart, the curve of her words and the depths of her values - yet I don't know what it's like to laugh with her, how far she comes up when she walks next to me, or any of the subconscious faces she makes when she talks about something that really invigorates her. In some ways it's like we don't even need that because we are so in tune with each other -
But in others I feel like if we were to meet... everything would just click. We have been through so much, together and even apart but together (if that makes any sense) that it's like that final step that we need to take.
I wonder, though - would that be enough? Just a meeting? How could we possibly fit going on eight years of such a fierce bond into a timeframe that has a definite end? How could we say goodbye?
I have been thinking so much about storytelling lately. I have so many stories that need to be shared that I've just been kind of sitting on, that really define me. Who am I as a friend? Where is my spirituality coming from? What does love mean to me?
Is it self-indulgent to write a memoir? Is it even more self-indulgent to start working on a memoir at age 24?
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oh, i love you so much! can't wait till we finally walk down the street together! and no, i think a memoir would be terrific. maybe we should both start our own memoirs this summer ... make it our summer project?