I Owe You

So you guys deserve a new blog post. It's been a while, I feel. But I don't know what to write about. Maybe I'll write about two of my best friends. Yes, I think that would be acceptable.

First, there's Dottie. I met Dottie my first semester, but didn't really get to know her until recently. I knew she was from Texas, and did a lot of theatre, and was pretty cool, but that's about it.

Second, there's Micah. He is, without a shadow of a doubt, the best friend I've ever had. He might get tired of hearing this, but I don't care. I'm not tired of saying it yet, so he can deal. We have a lot in common, but there's enough differences between us that we still complement each other well. It is, in my own humble opinion, something special to behold.

So last weekend was the first time the three of us really got to hang out, and I am glad that it happened. I don't know if I can really describe the feeling if you don't already know it. The moment you realize that you want to stay in touch with these people for the rest of your life, when you realize that you've found more than just a friendship. The moment you realize you've found the kind of friendship they write stories about. The moment you realize that you love these people and want only the best for them. It's not a romantic love, but it's something more than a basic friendship love.

The ancient Greeks had multiple words for love, and I know there was a term for this type of love. Perhaps if I had stayed with my Greek I would know it. Regardless, there's a glimpse of how I feel about two of my best friends.