Happy belated birthday to my beloved GF Momo. I chose this picture because it truly captures her beauty, innocence, sense of humor, love of having a good time, and absolute cuteness.
Now Miss M and I are not REAL GFs. We are GF by principal. GFs in the sense that we love each other and if there were no men left on the planet we would probably get married and live in a big house where it snowed in the winter and was sunny in the summer, with a beach nearby, that had a library filled with lots of books, a huge kitchen to cook in, a closet filled with warm sweatpants, every Christmas movie imaginable, and her dog and my cat and her blanket and my stuffed moose. It would be glorious.
Our story: many years ago, we ran in the same crowd, but went home with two separate groups of friends – the F4 and the S7. Then one magical day we hung out alone and discovered that we were meant to be together ….forever. I think we spent almost every day of the summer before our senior year of high school together. We were inseparable. The only reason I cannot say the same about us now is that we had to go and grow up. Booooo. I think that if we lived in the same state, we would spend lots of our waking hours together too. But sadly, we don’t. She lives in Boston and I live in Maryland.
So why do I love Miss M so much? Well, she makes me laugh. And we laugh about the same things. We usually have the most fun when we are together, even if we are just sitting in her car, talking about life, in a random parking lot, in the middle of the night. And she loves to read. And I love to read. And we both have a secret love of Disney/Teeny Bopper movies. And she is the kind of person who is irritated by everything that I am irritated about – so she never gets annoyed with me if I have to move my seat somewhere because someone is chewing loud. And she is really smart – like the smartest person I know – and I admire her so much for that. She is a hard worker – maybe the hardest worker I know – and I admire her for that too. I can call her anytime and she will act like she had just talked to me 5 minutes before – she makes me feel comfortable. She makes me feel at home. I miss her every day and I always hope and wish that someday we will live close together again.