a tale of what used to be

I miss my friend. I miss long talks on the phone when I'm either on my way to Greenville or she is on her way to Fort Mill. I miss griping about r-word ish. I miss Schilletter eggs. I miss Alpine Strawberry Colombo's frozen yogurt. I miss Riviera dinners. I miss IM windows with the little bumble bee in the left hand corner. I miss killing turtles. I miss "The World's Best Brownies." I miss hugs before parades. I miss my brother. I miss my confidant. I miss my friend.

It isn't all her fault. It's mine too. It's mine because I am too selfish to celebrate her happiness. It's mine because misery loves company... and I was miserable. I didn't want to be the only one. But... someone as beautiful and as special as her doesn't deserve to be miserable. She deserves to be treated like the princess that I always told her that she was. She deserves a valiant and handsome prince to hold her and cherish her for the magnificent young lady that she is. I'm more like the chambermaid than the prince... I am a friend... there to listen... and laugh... and lean on...

But every princess eventually leaves her chamber and flees to the arms of her prince... the chambermaid must be happy and rejoice in the fortune of the princess...

Erin, I still love you, and I am happy for you. You aren't the only one that has to adjust...