Catch your breath as Clarissa learns to control hers. It’s the first thing she should learn to control then maybe she’ll get a handle on everything else in her life.
“I have to show you something. I hope it’ll make you laugh because … well, you look like you need one right about now.”
I sat taller in my seat as I waited for him to pull something up on his phone. When he turned the screen toward me, I could see that he had a blog page filling the screen. A Mind of Creation was the name of it and he apparently was the mind behind it. After a few more touches of the screen, he handed me the phone.
“Don’t freak out on me or anything. I just want to show you something. I said I would if ever I had the opportunity. I didn’t think it was going to be this soon. Anyway, there it is.”
I give him a puzzled look before beginning to read the blog post.
There was a girl I had in my life. No, let me begin again. Once upon a time, I believed two close friends could become more and would be man and wife. The two friends, myself and another, knew everything about one another, could practically finish each other’s sentences, and were each other’s shadows. All was right in their world. I’ve been told we were crazy to believe that a male and female could be nothing more than friends. During our younger years, I would have vehemently disagreed. We were nothing more than friends; until we weren’t.
One day something changed; I changed. I went from watching my best friend do her normal routine of fixing her hair, putting on lip gloss, and spraying that spray that made her smell like berries to seeing her as this amazingly beautiful young woman. There are only a handful of people that know how much I enjoy berry flavors. there are certain things that affect my olfactory system so strongly that I have a visceral reaction to it. Smelling that scent that day made such a reaction happen. It’s the only way I can describe that change. I didn’t know what to do with what I was feeling. It’s something I’d never done before.
I don’t believe she ever knew how strongly the feelings were that I felt for her. I was always just her very best friend. There was this poem that she wrote. I don’t even know if she remembers it. She trashed it because of the content. Needless to say, I fished it out and have kept it for safe keeping. In my mind, it was one of the most honest things she ever wrote. I don’t know if she still puts pen to paper or fingers to keys. I don’t even recall who this was for. I dreamed a long time ago that I was its intended reader
I’ve been thinking about you
And all the things you can do
The way you make me feel
It seems surreal
There are thoughts in my mind
That make me want to find
A very special place
To put an end to this race
The racing of my heart
Make me want to part
My lips with my fingertips
Take a few sips
Make me detonate
I’m your willing plate
Have me for your meal
Breakfast, dinner, dessert, whatever you feel
I don’t know what made me share this today. I guess it was just something I was thinking about as I prepared myself for this next venture and pulled together the makings for a berry cobbler. (<- Yes, Readers, I’m the one baking this from scratch.)
Below the post was the recipe for his mom’s berry cobbler, but it was missing a key ingredient. I smiled to myself because only close family and friends would know what was missing from the mix.
I’m sure he was probably thinking I was smirking for an entirely different reason.
“I noticed the missing ingredient in your mom’s dessert, something I know is your personal favorite.”
“Really? I won’t bring up the obvious elephant just yet. Go ahead. Wow me!”
“The salted caramel base is missing. Your mom never put much, but it was always at the base of the dish.”
Nathaniel looks genuinely impressed by my knowledge.
“I am … amazed. My sister doesn’t even know that. It’s something my mom made me promise not to share that secret.”
“I’m not surprised. Jeannie didn’t and still doesn’t strike me as the type to care about the things that make up the meals. She is always about …”
“The final product.”
We said it at the same time and gave in to the laughter that we felt. It relieved some of the tension we were feeling. Looking at Nathaniel, I realized just how much I missed laughing with my friend. I wasn’t given much time to dwell on it.
“Now, let’s get back to the elephant.”
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There is so much that could be said to define who I am but only one thing comes to mind: book lover. It is what I have been and will always be. I am addicted to created works and the minds behind them. It is a pleasure and honor to know that I am now creating works of my own. Take heart those suspenseful moments in life.
“They are the ones that prepare for some of the most interesting surprises.” RS
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