Healing

My friend called me last night at 4am as I was drifting into sleep and I was about to punch someone until I realized what she was trying to tell me. We're really good friends, but she moved to Japan in seventh grade and I was sad. I talk to her a few times a week and we meet up in a random country every three years, so it really doesn't feel like she's been gone for that long even though when you count the years it's been nine. Anyway, she called me and told me that her family decided to move back to America. We screamed in excitement for about an hour and then I couldn't sleep anymore. Most people are bewildered that my closest friends are all from middle school and even more shocked that I'm close with some of my elementary school friends as well. If you're my friend and I think that you're worth keeping around, you're pretty much going to be stuck with me bothering you for life--that I can assure you. Of course it's easier for me to remember that you exist if I'm not the only one making an effort. I went off in a tangent and lost my train of thought. I don't know, I'm just really happy right now.

You know what someone said to me the other day that I thought was really cute?
"Joanna, I only need you I think... if I only had one friend in the world and it was you I would be okay with that."

So cute. So incredibly cute. I felt guilty because I... yeah, but this is pretty much how you make me fall in love with you; saying these kinds of things, I mean.

Why is everyone being so nice to me these days? I feel like something bad is going to happen. It's like what Charlie Brown is always saying. I'm going to go find that quote.