To Girl, With Love

The moment I met her, I knew that she was going to do remarkable things. A sense of destiny exuded from her young self like a shining aura, swirling around her as if it was her shield against misfortune. I was yelling at her shortly thereafter on behalf of some absurd directive from my psychotic boss, but I always had a soft spot in my hard heart for her. She spoke with an airhead valley girl lilt, but it was obvious that she was the opposite of that; smart and funny, with a great head on her shoulders. Well, most of the time.

From working together, taking her to her first male strip show, sending her inappropriate care packages to college (I never said I was a great influence), and following her in my car for 10 hours to make sure she made it to her internship safely, she was like my innocent little sister that I needed to take care of, and corrupt in my own special way.

She soon blossomed and worked her way into spectacular positions, traveling the world as an executive for various companies. I was accurate in my first impression that she was a force to be reckoned with.

My heart now aches for the fear and uncertainty she must be experiencing. Although she has led a semi-charmed kind of life filled with adventure, camaraderie, and love, she has also dealt with tremendous adversity, and now her body is betraying her, as if she must now be punished for living with passion and audacity. Still, she continues to be one of the strongest women I have ever known.

Whatever transpires, know that I will be here for you, whenever, wherever, forever. I love you, my beautiful friend.