I met Sofie in high school although perhaps 'met' is the wrong word. She was in the grade below and I passed her more often than we spoke. She was always very tall and I saw her as a do gooder. Her Prefect blazer suited her. I never told her that.
Our boyfriends become close after high school and we are eventually finding ourselves seeing each other every second weekend. There are four of us, four girlfriends in this group of men. We are the only females. We are all so different so disparaging. I like Sofie a lot more each time I find myself sitting near her. She is self-depreciating and I value that.
Hysterical laughter as we go to the bathroom. Did we share it? We can’t remember. I pull my band shirt on over my singlet and giggle, swaying to the music I know awaits. They ask us how much it was.
$40 I confess.
$5 Sofie blurts.
We hold hands during Ocean, she films, I cry. Can I pinpoint this as a defining moment in our friendship?
I have to go to the bathroom desperately and there is none around. Of course. Your shout or mine? She pays, I run. We can never put an end time to our lunches. She is like me - a kindred spirit determined to feel and experience and see everything there is to see. We speak of Freud and child development, we speak of First Aid Kit and their acapella melodies, we speak of our mutual appreciation for overalls. We could talk forever without hesitation.
My plant hangs in my room, blooming. My birthday present. We had visited her work a few weeks before, I drank ginger beer because I drove. She looks into the light, her eyes welling. This is the end, at least for now. I tell her I’ll always be her friend. We promise to meet soon.
dear sofie 1
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