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My Dearest KellMo…

I remember the day she walked in to my office. She strutted in wearing the most fantastic eyeglasses. I was dying to try them on, but I knew that would be weird for a job interview and I didn’t want to scare her away. She had the warmest smile and the most perfect teeth. Her hand shake was firm, not a limp girly one. I immediately liked her.
That was in April, today is Friday, October 25th, her birthday.
It’s been 6 months and my, oh my, how we can evolve in just half a year. In the course of a day, she went from a new hire to a new friend. Look, I know the manager/employee dynamic isn’t supposed to include friendship, but this was something unavoidable. We clicked. We were on the same wavelength, both going through very similar personal issues. We were kindred.
Together, we had the best summer ever. We floated the river, modeled in a lingerie show, auditioned for a role in a major motion picture, experienced deep love and heartache, attended mixers, moved (and God, that is such a bitch – you find out who your true friends are when you need to move,) traded cars, shopped, drank, cried, laughed, crafted, drank some more, had each others backs, and somewhere along the lines, we became best friends.
She was having a bad day earlier this week and texted me to tell her something good. This is what I told her:
“I’ve lived in 9 states and numerous cities. I went to 8 high schools. In my 38 years I’ve met rock stars, celebrities, reality stars, and people from all walks of life. I’ve had countless friends, but out of all that I’ve known, you are by far the truest friend I’ve ever had.”
I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t fact.

I love you, Kelly. I hope today, your birthday is the best you’ve had thus far and that as each year passes, they get better and better, just as you do. You are one bad ass mutha fucker and I’m proud to call you my bestie.
Always,
Miss Liz

 

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