I know it may be a bit hard to believe that there was a time when I wasn't friends with Talia; it's hard for me to believe, and I was there. But it's true; there was a period of about three years where we had a falling out and didn't speak anymore. It happened shortly after I started dating my ex, and finally resolved itself about a month or so before James and I broke up. (All just a coincidence, I'm sure...) I don't think either of us remembers what it was about, and I'm sure whatever it was would sound laughably unimportant now. But the years of silence that followed were all too real, unfortunately, as I was reminded when I was going through some of my old journals recently. This entry came from deep in the dark depths of it, in November 2005:
If you can't read it, the fortune cookie states: Reconcile with an old friend. All has been forgotten. And ahhh, the bitter, bitter bile of a black pen. Look at me, spilling my innermost personal feelings on actual lined paper like that. How cute, how quaint it all is. What did I do before I had a blog and the Internet to reassure me, to tell me that you love me, no matter what? Well, I probably spent a lot more time crying alone in my room, that's for sure. Also, I probably spent a whole lot less time checking my spelling and grammar. Because did I spell deceit like receipt? Why yes. Yes I did. And though I know I was deadly serious at the time, I admit I did get a good chuckle out of it when I re-read it, once I had a bit of perspective and Tal was back on the Christmas card list once more.
But when I think of how differently it could have turned out, I am so grateful that it turned out in this way. Because when faced with an impoverished, unemployed, homeless, aimless, desperate and wandering (and only slightly whiny) ex-grad student, it takes a very special person to say, "Sure! Come on over and stay at my place for the next few weeks to a month and a half! It'll be fun!" And for someone to say those words and actually mean it, well, that's the mark of a true friend.
Tal and I are back together again, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Add in a summer of shopping, shows and shoes, New York City-style, and that's just icing on the talking cupcake. And remember, friends may come and go, but cupcakes are forever.
Cheers, everyone! Here's wishing you a sweet, sweet summer.