Scabbing.

I love my best friend more than anything. She's always there for me, with me, right there to listen to anything I have to say or vent about. She's usually in the right frame of mind, I'd like to say. And so am I. We feed off of each other's level-headed-ness it seems. Our friendship has stood through so much and today she told me something that really made this past year worth fighting for. 

Today she told me that she couldn't handle moving back to Maine and me living in Massachusetts. She said that I am her family. This feeling that I felt when she told me that, I don't know, I've never felt it before. It was like an overwhelming rush of heartfelt love and compassion. I've never had ANYONE say something like that to me. I've never really thought that moment would come, but it did, and my heart grew bigger... for her. The only thing that would probably make it go back to being smaller is if she comes to me one day and says, "I think I'm going to move to Maine with him..." and then my heart will shrivel back inside its cave, never to grow again.

My heart is no longer stable to withstand the heartache of all that's happened to me. It's taken a hard beating and I don't think it will survive another heartbreak, heartache, or heartflu. (A heartflu is when you are being tossed around with mixed feelings and your heart gets sick from all of the messy feelings being sent your way.)

The rest of the day was great, made cookies, made pillows, saw Aaron, made dinner, made sleepies. :)

Now will everyone just stop crying about stupid shit and worry about things in life that really matter? Like the fact that Anna is not going to be home for 3 Days. :(