I glimpse your light

Within my periphery

Your deep thoughts

And silly pondering

I cannot help

But remark how

You are so singularly

Exquisite

But you

Deny

Deflect

Discount

Yet I see your protestations

For what they are…

Defense mechanisms

And these things

Only cause me

To adore you

All the more

Fervently

I have many acquaintances but few true friends. Just five of them really. I keep in touch with them weekly and have been friends with them since childhood with the exception of my husband and one of the girlfriends. Of all of them Ang the Teleporter or so lovingly coined by the kids, well twenty something year old's, but to us kids. Ang is most definitely THAT special friend. I can always rely on her to give objective reliable advise and not only that she's always been there for me since we were nine years old no matter the request or what she had going on in her life. Most recently I was going through a really rough time with my husband and she a rough time with her boyfriend of seven years but she still took time out to listen to me and give really sound advise. I don't think I would still be married if it wasn't for her. Unfortunately her relationship didn't work the same and she is now in the process of moving out but guess what? She's moving in to my house with the husband and I as well as her twenty something son and his fiancé. That's is the other thing about Ang that makes her THAT special friend. She is of the same mind that we are, very liberal and has the same religious views unlike all of my other friends. And she's already been living with us for three weeks now and everything seems to be going quite well. I know for a fact I couldn't live with any of the others, just can't. So yes, Ang the Teleporter is THAT special that I can live with her and trust her with any information and know that she will always give me sound and objective advise. Especially in a situation where most people including all my other friends told me to leave my husband she did not and she helped me work everything out and salvage my marriage. No one deserves a special spot in my heart like she does, I will forever hold her as my most special of friends if not sister from another mister. I already told her she is forbidden from moving out with out both me and my husband vetting the potential male she plans to move in with via personality test and psychological screening. We just love and care about her that much, she is THAT special friend forever and always.

After a lifetime of bullying

I still don't get this friend thing

But this person cares when no one else seems to give a hoot

Even mundane annoyances

Find interest for them because they relate to me

I've never had a friend

or at least one who cared before this

Now I wish everyone else was a bit more like them.

They don't question my differences

or make me feel out of place

Forcing me to not talk or expecting it

They simply get that I will be me

Talking constantly or not at all

and embrace this reality

Because they truly care about me.

I have a friend.

She's special....

Like sometimes I'm not sure she's altogether there. But i know she looks for me.

It's something developmental. This relationship, from point to point. Touche.

The way her gears are working, loosely fitted, but somehow tuned to my personal stereo with extra subwoofer, the bass and treble in such fine tuning and volume setting as to get that Sound Pressure... you know, the whole-body reverberation.

I can't say why, but she makes me so very important in her life. Sometimes, I begin to think maybe it's a burden, inexplicable; yet it can't be shaken. Peregrine. but i see her so miniscule, peering from under the shade of my wingspan. I chide myself like we're sheltering in place, strange species near extinction.

This odd emotion catches her face when she's checking in... curiosity...? or chasing of a madness that, somehow, she has attributed to me... And when she feels reassured that we're pushing the sweepstakes envelope, adequately enough, she's somehow absurdly pleased and warmed! though the matches are burning down to the tips, leaving not even ashes...

Ideas, she suggests.

I think that's it. That's the difference. There is nothing really between us. Memories of our own invention. Stories. Categorical, yet unlabeled. We're walking a tight rope. Neither is sure how much the other knows, and asking is not only futile, but detrimental. Maybe it would shatter the understanding that we have, of a moment, of a shared yet withheld breath. Each taking in a depth, emotion. Awestruck.

She reminds me, that I remind her, thoughts have consequences. That actions, no matter how distant have meaning, intention. To stir the Soul.

With the vital importance of paying attention.

I don't know why he's so special to me. I've known him for about 9 months, but we've only been friends for 6.

He makes me laugh. He cares about me. I talk to him when no one else is.

Maybe he's just my idea of a normal friend, one that doesn't always fight with me and will listen to what I have to say.