Sunday Scribblings #1

My chance meeting came about two years ago when I went on a trip back to my hometown. My husband and I just got off of the plane, rented a car and drove the 30 minutes to the tiny dot on the map from which I was raised. I stopped in the local Walmart to pick up all the necessities that are forbidden on planes, just as I was to plop down my super sized bottle of shampoo and conditioner I look over and it was my childhood best friend. We left things on rocky terms when I left home for the sparkle and dazzle of Los Angeles and I was so nervous to talk to her. I said hell, she had a baby in tow, which happened to be hers, information which I was not privy to... So many emotions came up: Guilt, because this girl was a true best friend, we did everything together, knew everything about each other and I honestly felt we would have a friendship that lasted the test of time. Anger, because I did not even know she was pregnant let alone with a 8 month old. Happiness, because just seeing her makes me feel good. Awkwardness, where do you begin after 8 years? I knew that we would never have a friendship again. It was over, we have grown apart... I still haven't heard anything from her and I think I have come to terms with that now. I still think of her often, but she was a great part of my life, I'll never forget her.