Currently Listening Michael Bublé By Michael Bublé see related

As I walked to my car, I looked back over my shoulder with a brave smile and there she still stood on her porch, also wearing a brave smile. One last time she waved her hand in that beauty pageant contestant way and said "I love your hair, hope you win!" as we've done a million times before, and I blinked rapidly at the moisture gathering and waved back and said "I love YOUR hair, I hope you win. You've always been a winner with me"

I turned back quickly before the tears could fall and nearly ran the last few steps to my car. I got in and swiped angrily at the tears that wouldn't be contained, started my car and looked back, but she was gone.

And as I drove away, I felt the end of the chapter, the end of the era. We've grown up now. Twenty-five years as friends and neighbors, confidants and sisters... we've seen each other through heartaches and failures and amazing victories. We've consoled and celebrated each other. We've fought bitterly and loved deeply. We've been down so many twisted crazy roads together, but this is one road I can't see her down, an unavoidable fork that has forced us onto different paths. A part of me goes with her, and a part of her stays with me. I wonder if we'll ever be completely complete again. And I heave a deep sigh of sorrow. I can see her house in my rear view mirror and her lovely smiling green eyes in my mind, and I miss her already.