Just 20 minutes away

The other evening I was speaking on the phone to one of my best friends....

I say 'one of my best friends' because I don't know if I have a BF or even a BFF.

Craig and I 'argue' at times with 'creative differences' on how each of us should live our lives or dress or even eat plus a few other hot topics of discussion.

But, more often than not, the fun times and memory making moments outweigh the rocky times.

He knows more about me than anyone else in my life, which he has garnered over the last 12 years--that's how long we've been pals.

People think we're dating, including his family, but we're not.

I don't know. Many years ago, he told me I was 'not his type.' And then the more I got to know him I realized he was not quite my type and I deserved a lot better (trust me folks, I've told this to his face. This is nothing I have not said to him.)

We overlook our differences--I try to tolerate his selfishness and not venturing 'outside the box' attitude while he hopefully accepts my jealousy and 'suggestions to make his life better.'

But, he's a magnet. He keeps drawing me back. I can't cut loose. In the words of Bruce, I can't cut the ties that bind.

My life surely would be different today if this person had not come into my life 12 years ago....in many respects. Many good. Many amazing moments and trips never realized. And unfortunately, my bank account much bigger for when I helped him get through really tough times. But I keep saying, "God put this person into my life for a reason." And I believe that fact.

I could drone on forever, because I psycho-analyze myself all the time about EVERYTHING.


However, the other night, as I spoke to Craig on the phone, it was nice.

It was nice because he was just 20 minutes away. Just 20 minutes.....not 2000 miles.

He was in town visiting his Mother and was just 20 minutes away.

I can not even explain or put into words what a wonderful feeling came over me talking to him knowing he was in my neck of the woods. It was definitely a different mood than when I talk to him from FLA.


It's been nice having him around (even though we've had two doozy 'discussions' ---but distance and rum will do that!!!)....


My security blanket is about to travel the friendly skies and life will get back to normal. Who am I kidding, my life IS NEVER NORMAL!

I'll have to resort to speaking to him over the miles and pretending he is 'just 20 minutes away.'