written on 12 June
at 2107 hrs

I asked Xhael (along with an ass-ton of my other friends) to do an entry for me. Here's hers.

*~"Can you imagine no love, pride, deep fried chicken.. your best friend always stickin' up for you. Even when I know you're wrong.."~* -train

So, Sara asked me to write her an entry. I'm honored.. hehe. I'm usually really good at writing things down. Like, I can write so much easier than I can speak. It's just always been that way. I think it's one of the ways that Sar and I are alike. I'm gonna' try to write about our friendship. I hope it all comes out the right way.

First of all, I'm Chelle. (visit me at Pheebs.Pitas.com!) I've known Sara for 6 years, and I have yet to see her face to face. We met as 15 year old AOL addicts in the good ole CM room. That seems like such a far-off part of my life right now. We've always said it's amazing how much and how FAST things change.. and it is. For a long time, Sara was a HUGE part of my life. We talked every day, for hours on end, about everything and nothing at all. We understood when we needed to talk all nite, and when we needed to sit in silence just knowing that the other was there. We just sorta' KNEW what the other was feeling without any explanation. We took on the world from our own little corner, and NO ONE could beat us. We were young, and life was good for the most part.

As I sit here writing this some 6 years later, I wonder where the time went. I wonder how our lives have gone in such TOTALLY seperate directions, yet part of us STILL remains in that little corner. I guess it's just like that with good friends. I don't talk to Sara HALF as much as I used to, but she's still just as important to me as she was when I was 16. There are things she knows about me that no one else in my life will ever begin to know or understand. Part of me still needs her and part of me knows that we have to grow apart while still growing together.

I think we'll always be bonded by a few things. Our DEEP respect for the United States of America, and the men and women who fight for our freedom. Friends (the TV show). Music. I will be able to call Sara when I'm 81 and tell her that I "call" a certain song. I'll be able to call her and say nothing but, "This is a GIRL'S apartment." And she'll just understand. 6 years ago, Sara [insert my last name here] became my best friend. We grew up together. Not in the TRADITIONAL way... but in such a way that even if I NEVER lay eyes on her, or give her a hug, or wipe away a tear, 6 years and SIXTY years from now.. Sara [insert my last name here] will STILL remain.. my best friend.

I love you, Sar.

"It's raining outside. I don't like to fly in the rain."