I miss having a friend.
I know, I’m overtired and hyperemotional, but I do.
I miss having a friend who knows me better than breath.
I miss having someone always around to talk to in the middle of the night about everything on our hearts and everything trivial in our days and everything in between.
And I see the people around me, my friends, and it seems like they’ve found that. Like maybe it comes easier for them or maybe they just got lucky, but either way, it’s them.
I feel like a third wheel sometimes.
I remember curling up with my dad over Thanksgiving of my senior year and sobbing, because I was terrified of the future and still heartbroken over a friendship gone bad, and together we prayed that I’d find someone at school who’d be a best friend. Who I could share my heart with and who would share her heart with me.
It’s nothing I’m guaranteed. Nothing I’m entitled to.
But it’s still a cry of my heart.
And it’s still unfulfilled.
And that hurts.
I have good solid friendships here. I’m so grateful for that, because that definitely isn’t where I was this time last year. And I have amazing friendships at home, and I know that we’re going to be able to weather whatever distances life may impose on us, because we love each other like sisters and we’ve been through too much together.
But I still feel really alone tonight.
I think I probably just ought to go to sleep.
Actually, I know I should.
But what I want to do is go wander around campus in the dark and get lost in conversation with someone.
I don’t know who that someone is. I keep hoping I’ll find out.
I wish Lubbock was closer. I wish Bakersfield was closer. I miss my sisters.
I want to go home.