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mrsronweasley) wrote2006-08-09 10:22 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2006-08-09 10:22 pm
A birthday post.
I want her to wake up to birthday wishes, so I'm doing this tonight.
Tomorrow, my girl turns 19.
You know what I remember? When she turned 15. (I know, right?)
We hardly knew each other then, really, we only knew that we both loved R/S, we were both Russian, and had Boston in common. That was about it. Hell, I didn't even know she was fourteen until she turned fifteen and told me. I was newly 20 and horrified. Naturally.
We met in person on a sunny September day, one of my last weeks in Boston before I went to live in England. She was this bright ray of sunshine - that's how I remember seeing her. She was blonde, and smiling, and had blue eyes, and was one of the prettiest things I'd ever seen. We walked to a Starbucks, where she got something horrendously sweet, I'm sure, and then we situated ourselves in Downtown Crossing's Barnes & Noble (now sadly defunct), in the children's section, where we proceeded to have a very long and involved and inappropriate discussion about Remus and Sirius and everything in between.
When I left for England, we didn't really keep in touch - just read each other's journals, I suppose - and when I got back, that summer we saw each other a few times. We watched "Pirates of the Caribbean" together, and she probably will never let me forget the squeal I emited at somebody losing an eye.
And then, between one year and the next, we just-- happened. Suddenly, talking to Anna was a very regular occurence, and of course I wanted to hang out, what should we do today? I can't even remember how it happened, I just remember knowing that this was somebody I wanted to have in my life constantly. Somehow, she became my closest, best friend, and hell, she's practically family (for all that my family still scares her). Calling each other ten times a day became a regular deal, throwing out silly emails when bored at work equally so.
She became my Anna, and she still is, even if thousands of miles away for a little while. She is one of those people that you know exist out there somewhere, but you don't think you'll ever find them. Well, I found her. She's bright, she's wicked talented, she's funny, and she's wise way beyond her years. She's soulful, she's more patient than I could ever be, she is beautiful in every way you can imagine. And, more than that, she is a person I trust with everything. There is hardly a single thing I feel uncomfortable telling her. She is just that kind of girl. She doesn't judge and she just doesn't placate. She is, quite simply, amazing.
And she is many more things, which I will shut up about now, because this has already gotten much more maudlin than originally intended. However, she's my Anna. I can't help it.
I love you, sweetie. I wish you joy, and luck, and strength, and knowledge that you will be greater than you might be able to believe right now. I miss you, and Boston's lost a bit of its gloss with you gone, but we're doing our best, and hoping that Leeds is appreciating what it's got.
Take care, honey. I wish I could hug you in person for about a million years, but since I can't, have a *HUUUUUUUUUG* and don't forget to make a wish when you blow out your candles.
Love,
Me
p.s. A bit later on, I will have a present for you. Just...give it a few hours.
Tomorrow, my girl turns 19.
You know what I remember? When she turned 15. (I know, right?)
We hardly knew each other then, really, we only knew that we both loved R/S, we were both Russian, and had Boston in common. That was about it. Hell, I didn't even know she was fourteen until she turned fifteen and told me. I was newly 20 and horrified. Naturally.
We met in person on a sunny September day, one of my last weeks in Boston before I went to live in England. She was this bright ray of sunshine - that's how I remember seeing her. She was blonde, and smiling, and had blue eyes, and was one of the prettiest things I'd ever seen. We walked to a Starbucks, where she got something horrendously sweet, I'm sure, and then we situated ourselves in Downtown Crossing's Barnes & Noble (now sadly defunct), in the children's section, where we proceeded to have a very long and involved and inappropriate discussion about Remus and Sirius and everything in between.
When I left for England, we didn't really keep in touch - just read each other's journals, I suppose - and when I got back, that summer we saw each other a few times. We watched "Pirates of the Caribbean" together, and she probably will never let me forget the squeal I emited at somebody losing an eye.
And then, between one year and the next, we just-- happened. Suddenly, talking to Anna was a very regular occurence, and of course I wanted to hang out, what should we do today? I can't even remember how it happened, I just remember knowing that this was somebody I wanted to have in my life constantly. Somehow, she became my closest, best friend, and hell, she's practically family (for all that my family still scares her). Calling each other ten times a day became a regular deal, throwing out silly emails when bored at work equally so.
She became my Anna, and she still is, even if thousands of miles away for a little while. She is one of those people that you know exist out there somewhere, but you don't think you'll ever find them. Well, I found her. She's bright, she's wicked talented, she's funny, and she's wise way beyond her years. She's soulful, she's more patient than I could ever be, she is beautiful in every way you can imagine. And, more than that, she is a person I trust with everything. There is hardly a single thing I feel uncomfortable telling her. She is just that kind of girl. She doesn't judge and she just doesn't placate. She is, quite simply, amazing.
And she is many more things, which I will shut up about now, because this has already gotten much more maudlin than originally intended. However, she's my Anna. I can't help it.
I love you, sweetie. I wish you joy, and luck, and strength, and knowledge that you will be greater than you might be able to believe right now. I miss you, and Boston's lost a bit of its gloss with you gone, but we're doing our best, and hoping that Leeds is appreciating what it's got.
Take care, honey. I wish I could hug you in person for about a million years, but since I can't, have a *HUUUUUUUUUG* and don't forget to make a wish when you blow out your candles.
Love,
Me
p.s. A bit later on, I will have a present for you. Just...give it a few hours.