One day I know...

We once were strangers on the phone.We knew it was going to happen. She moved a vintage piano into our new house and we had a moody cat. We occupied the same space despite not knowing each other well or really at all. We shared our fears, our hopes, our dreams; and most of all... we laughed. We inspired each other to work harder, to push farther than ever before. I can't say that we ever knew where our lives were going or what we were doing... but something about being around each other seemed to be enough. We started to pick up on each other's little habits and I don't recall one bicker. This woman became my best friend. She is one of the biggest hearts I've ever known. Such a creative soul should not go unnoticed. She is a beautiful and talented artist whom I admire and look up to. She is amazing and I know one day we will be together again. We were separated when we went our ways to different cities. She moved to Chicago and I moved to Urbana. Our eyes met each other's as we looked around our bare house. It was over. Our time together had expired.. after all we had been through. We only lived together for one semester. I hope to one day live with her again. I want our house back. I miss our piano lessons and hearing her sing at night while I drew. I miss the breeze coming into our house and hula hooping together in our front yard. I miss our pale blue wooden porch with the paint chipping and you cooking eggs. I miss our themed parties. I miss our deep conversations. I miss it all. I love you, Emily. See you soon...

love, polly