When I was little, my best friend was Lisa. I looooved her. A few weeks after we moved in to a new house in a new neighborhood, I was outside in the backyard. I looked up and saw Lisa coming towards me. I was so confused but so elated. She was moving in to the house behind us! I grabbed her hand and I took her right to my room, showing her all of my favorite things. I remember feeling so lucky that my best friend was now my neighbor. We spent hours and hours and hours together.
When I first moved to Denver a few years ago, I was at a bar watching a Hawkeye game. I looked up and there was Lisa! She had just moved to Denver and I had had no idea! Love stories like that.
No comments:
Post a Comment