it was a crisp fall morning in november. the sky was bright, the air was fresh, and the leaves were radiating of florescent reds, yellows, and oranges. it was the kind of morning that belongs in your memory forever, a setting so idyllic that you felt like you were reading a picture book of your own life.
two childhood friends took a stroll on this page of this particular book that pictured a fall morning scene discussing life and love and relationships and, well, it dawned on them that one was not herself without the other. after nearly twenty seven years of friendship, one slowed her gait and said,
i'm proud of you.
and the other responded, i'm proud of our friendship.
oh this book, this one's the tale of two friends who know every vulnerable thing about the other, and love each other just the same.
*photo found on my pin board, 'tis the season for pinning.