Last week I went to Allison's last dress fitting for her wedding gown. It was the first time in months that I had been able to do wedding stuff with her. I helped a tad on invitations, save-the-dates, etc., but I haven't been able to do much. I feel bad about that - sometimes even annoyed. Annoyed that my intense relationship with school had me resenting people who had time for other things, things I didn't have the time to be a part of. Kinda sucks, right?
Nonetheless, I finally got to go with Al to her dress fitting, just me and her. The dress was more beautiful than I remembered, and she looked stunning in it. I felt honored just to be there helping her into it, tying her bustle, giving my opinion that probably shouldn't mean much but is actually worth something to my best friend. I'm not sure if she saw me, but I definitely had a few tears caught in my lashes. I stared at her through the mirror and all I could manage to say was, "God - we have known each other a really long time." It will be our 12-year anniversary on her birthday this August, she informed me.
I love and adore that girl. She is one of my oldest friends, and this coming year will be the first time in five that we will not be living together. It is sad to think about, but I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that mine and Al's lives are finally taking their different paths. We've been going down the same road for so long, and that's all changing now. It is, for me at least, an adjustment. But I still do, and will always, love the girl I met on the first day of 6th grade, and the woman she has grown into.
Man. I am so going to cry at her wedding.
