An old friendship.

I had a really great friend whom I met through her work in the food service industry. We became really good friends and kept in touch for years. I would always visit her at her job, where we discussed school, our lives, romance, family, and a plethora of other topics. She would always make me huge smoothie bowls and smoothies, giving them to me for free. She was always adamant about making something for me, and it was always extravagant and delicious. The food chain she worked for had many locations, so over the years, I visited her at different locations throughout the city.

I even spoke to her mom on the phone a couple of times. Once, I made an unbelievably crude and distasteful joke, not knowing my friend would share it with her mom. Surprisingly, my friend told me her mom loved me for this crude joke.

Her mom suffered from some medical issues, and my friend carried the financial burden. She paid hospital bills and was always working nonstop. She was an ambitious, hardworking lady with tons of interesting life goals. She was paying her way through school to become a certified nutritionist and personal trainer. Her mom's health was something we always talked about, and I cared deeply for both my friend and her mom.

One day, she stopped talking to me and didn't respond to my texts, which was pretty inexplicable. It was really sad. I’m very wary of being someone who pesters, which I undoubtedly have been in the past, and probably am at times now. So, I try to space out my reach outs and account for people being extremely busy, as well as the seasons of life and modern-day communications.

This is how our text messages went when she finally answered me after some time. Please note the timestamps to see when I measured out my response.

Below that, I've included a photo of a masterpiece smoothie bowl she made for me. This was after I had not seen her in probably over a year, and I had come to a new location. She made me the most decadent, overflowing bowl, which she placed on the counter where it spilled over the sides. It was such a beautiful act of love. I wish her the best and have a lot of love in my heart for this individual. I pray she’s in a relationship and dynamic where she can fulfill important aspects and needs of the human experience.

i think bonding with people of the opposite sex and having a wide range of friends is important. it upsets me when there is a strict segregation of sexes socially. whenever i lose someone in my life for any reason i try to incorporate the things i liked the best about them into my life/ actions. i also like to think of the great memories i had with that person and the things they taught me. that’s what i do with this lady and i’ll always think of her fondly.

Such a decadent bowl, and a complete act of love, food is probably my most prominent love language, both giving and receiving.