yellow envelope

tonight, getting home from a concert and getting ready for a night out with friends, i stop by my apartment to check my mail and feed my pup. expecting to find credit card offers and catalogs, instead i received the invitation to my high school best friend's wedding. the girl who helped me through the death of my father, who i lived with while my mother was incredibly ill, whose brother was my first boyfriend. the girl who i loved so much, it hurt horribly when we eventually grew apart.

she's getting married, the first one of my closest friends to do so, and whose wedding i will actually look forward to, and attend. i wonder if she remembers our trip to Paris, where we became friends in the first place, and where we got lost in the Eiffel Tower. or how when i used to sleep over she could never fall asleep without the radio on, to KQ105. her obsession with Ricky Martin, and the fact that she dated his brother (for real). how pissed she got when i started dating her sibling, how we eventually made up but it was never the same. how she helped me through so much, and how her father became like my own. her family accepted me like a daughter, something i will never forget, and i'm not sure she knows how much she has meant in my life.

and now she's getting married. when we first talked about the wedding, she told me to bring my boyfriend-at-the-time, so even though he's no longer in the picture, i still get a +1. the thing is, the main person i would consider bringing right now, is already going. which is part of the reason i look forward to this bittersweet event so much. we'll all be there, the old crowd. and no matter how much things have changed, how much we've changed, some things are just always the same.