I chased the sun as it slipped further west, staring straight into it’s rust rays as I battled traffic into LA. I raced the clock, knowing that the sooner I arrived, the sooner my heart would be at ease.
You see, no matter how hectic life can get, I always lean back on knowing that I find solace in simple time with good friends. Liz met me downstairs and helped carry my things, my heart, up to her apartment. As the aromas of onions and garlic filled her kitchen, my mouth watered not just for the pasta, but for the chat we were about to have.
Women just need to talk. To connect. To share. And my best friends, my best times are wrapped with that. We eat, we drink, we laugh, we listen, we share and even though sometimes we may not understand, we always connect.
Finishing dinner we curled up on the couch, forgetting completely about the plans we had to go out that evening. We sat and caught up on life, work, love and everything between. After we rearranged a few foreboding feelings, we ended up rearranging some furniture and a few plans for the future. I left late that night with a huge hug and a huge weight off my shoulders. Not that anything was wrong before, it’s just that everything was perfectly peaceful after.
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