The day

I remember the day I sat on her bed, watching her apply her makeup. I was teasing her, make up for both of us, is a rare occasion… She looked at me in the mirror and smiled. To spend the time on make up, it had to be a big deal. 

She’s been eyeing this guy for weeks. A mutual friend found an excuse to invite him over and she loved it.  They chatted, clicked and he asked her out on a date.

She returned from their first date, saying that she’s going to marry him. Marriage?! Really? After one date… I'm a bit of a realist, but she knew what she wanted and found it in him. 

He took her hand as they went up the escalator.  They had cocktails, watched a movie and I guess, the rest is history. 

I watched them share, grow and fall in love.  Something with a whole lot of magic.  It was as if they found the other piece of the puzzle in one another.  A team.  A bond.  A family.

I watched them dance at their wedding, him singing loudly to her. I remember looking down and saw her dress twirl.

Now, a couple of years later – it’s as if I have a second family.  Im godmother to the dogs, I visit them and the sheets for the spare room, were chosen with me in mind.  I love them, their family – the other bit of it.

They taught this realistic, probably more pessimistic person about love.  They taught me what a marriage looks like and they send me a box filled with home goodies, across oceans, because Im missing home. The best part of the box – a photo of them. 

Heart people

Last night I laid in bed chatting to a friend of mine. She’s beautifully different, got bright red hair and the most amazing house… Except for the fact that I like her house, I like her – she’s interesting, tough and got such a good heart! And a very cute cat...

This morning my mum called. I send her a short text, saying very little and somehow she knew I was upset.  As I stood outside talking to her, I realized that you get all kinds of people in your life: family, friends, relatives, colleagues and those you greet.

…and heart people.

Heart people are the ones listening when you say very little.  They know when to write you a long mail, encouraging you to be strong. They are the ones laughing at your sarcastic jokes and hugging you, though nothing happened.  They’re the ones that call concerned just because it’s Wednesday (or any other day of the week…) and that packs you lunch, when you didn’t ask.

I've got a couple of those and it’s a day like today – when I hate the world, despise people and would much rather be a penguin, that these people understand me, love me and support me.  They talk to me, even after seeing me happy, torn, defeated, heartbroken, empty and miserable.

Heart people don't just love – its as if they fill a little bit of my heart, that needs only them to survive.