Elise recently came back from the DR. I haven't talked to her or seen her in four months, but our friendship didn't skip a beat. She has insecurities about her weight, but she has such a beautiful and genuine soul that I don't think anyone ever notices her body issues. She is gorgeous. A light seems to shine through her. Her big brown eyes express the emotions she feels and she has a smooth, creamy complexion. She has a perfect nose with the smallest freckle at the tip and full red lips. All these features simply add to the beauty that is Elise. She conveys her passion about things she has seen or experienced in such a moving way that I tear up before she does.
While I talk to her I may notice the subtle facial expressions she makes, but thinking back, I don't see her. Its like our souls are talking. Its that way in a lot of conversations with my friends. I'll admit I'm not the most astute observer in terms of people. I'm not detail-oriented. When I am with my friends I can hear laughter, I can feel tears form in my eyes, both of sadness and joy, but all I see is a piece of myself, an extension of me that needs to be acknowledged and nurtured. I identify with my close friends so strongly that its hard for me to explain myself without lending attribution to them. We have shaped each other through the plights of relationships, family problems, and stress. I love them and they love me in a way that only comes from sharing life together.
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