let it be known that yesterday, the girl with three bags criss crossed across her chest wearing a dress crying all the way through the security line of the denver airport was me. call it hormones if you will, but yesterday was one of those days i don't think i can really describe.
looking at the big picture of things, abbi is every reason why i started blogging and why i've stayed around for three years. yesterday reminded me of that. i started blogging because i needed a place to just be myself; emotional, passionate, sometimes (or all the time) over the top, and obsessive. because that's who and what i am. i love all of the things i love obsessively, to the point of tears all too frequently. and the blog world is a place where i could be and still can be unapologetic for it.
to meet abbi, who is all of those things, and so perfectly unapologetic about who she is and the things she loves was unlike anything else. to hang out with someone for a full day that within seconds i knew just sort of got me was beyond the capacity my writing skills could say.
abbi, i love you because you have megan & liz on your iPod and i'm 99% sure our iPods are identical, when i left my anthropologie bag in urban outfitters you didn't think i was as scatter brained as i'm sure i seemed, your hair is perfect, your facial expressions you made while looking at the facebook profiles of people i went to school with, when we saw the old couple in front of us at the restaurant getting too handsy we both silently judged them together and stopped all conversation completely to glare, you finally got snapchat so we can video one another constantly, you laugh like everything is the funniest thing in the world (and it's the best), without even asking you just knew i was a breakfast person and took me to the best breakfast place on the planet with the best pancakes i've ever eaten, you took a picture of the hipster whose shoelaces were undone, you have the same favorite episode of one tree hill that i do and can talk about one tree hill for thirty minutes straight, your lipstick is just all sorts of flawless, sometimes your stories got intersected by random thoughts (by both of us) and they took forever to tell but they were always hilarious and wonderful, the love you have gives me hope and you best bet i'll be at your wedding no matter what, and you are the kindest soul i've ever met. plus, you are basically me and to be reunited with my other half made for the best afternoon i could ask for. abbi, you are one of the most beautiful people i've ever met. and you won't hate me for this incredibly sappy long post.
she's that great, guys.
she's that great, guys.
no, no, she didn't.