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March 8, 2011
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izzi is easily one of the most beautiful and talented individual i have ever had the pleasure of knowing in my life, and when she told me that she wanted me to guest write on her blog, there is really no need to mull over or think it through.  you see, she and i, we live really close by, literally a minute down the road from each other - but one should not assume that we meet often. in fact, we rarely do. we speak every single day though, and for hours at that; and now when i don’t get to talk to her at all throughout the day, i feel somewhat, unbalanced?  throughout our long conversations, izzi has taught me many, many things - mostly extremely important, while others, perfectly random and fortuitous. i remembered texting her, close to midnight, this one night, and i told her that i really needed someone to talk to, and i remembered as i stumbled into her house, she made me a cup of iced tea and she sat me down, and she listened. listened to every single word i was saying, while i was trying to make sense of things. i was mentally exhausted, and i had a long day and i would not even want to listen to myself if i had a choice because i was talking in circles and my words were trailing off… but izzi, she listened and i couldn’t remember what we spoke about because i remembered dozing off, and the last thing i could see was my friend, with eyes so kind, telling me, “aida, everything will be okay”. and after the longest time, i actually believed those words again. and that night while i slept on her couch, it was actually one of the first few nights when i actually slept like a baby since a very long time. and it was because i knew no matter how tough everything was, how dire the circumstances, i was blessed to have someone in my life like izzi.  i guess it is only apt that i start this short stint as being a guest writer on izzi’s blog by saying thank you to her. so thank you, my love. even if i don’t say it much or at all, thank you, you have somewhat saved me.  -a

izzi is easily one of the most beautiful and talented individual i have ever had the pleasure of knowing in my life, and when she told me that she wanted me to guest write on her blog, there is really no need to mull over or think it through. 

you see, she and i, we live really close by, literally a minute down the road from each other - but one should not assume that we meet often. in fact, we rarely do. we speak every single day though, and for hours at that; and now when i don’t get to talk to her at all throughout the day, i feel somewhat, unbalanced? 

throughout our long conversations, izzi has taught me many, many things - mostly extremely important, while others, perfectly random and fortuitous. i remembered texting her, close to midnight, this one night, and i told her that i really needed someone to talk to, and i remembered as i stumbled into her house, she made me a cup of iced tea and she sat me down, and she listened. listened to every single word i was saying, while i was trying to make sense of things. i was mentally exhausted, and i had a long day and i would not even want to listen to myself if i had a choice because i was talking in circles and my words were trailing off… but izzi, she listened and i couldn’t remember what we spoke about because i remembered dozing off, and the last thing i could see was my friend, with eyes so kind, telling me, “aida, everything will be okay”. and after the longest time, i actually believed those words again. and that night while i slept on her couch, it was actually one of the first few nights when i actually slept like a baby since a very long time. and it was because i knew no matter how tough everything was, how dire the circumstances, i was blessed to have someone in my life like izzi. 

i guess it is only apt that i start this short stint as being a guest writer on izzi’s blog by saying thank you to her. so thank you, my love. even if i don’t say it much or at all, thank you, you have somewhat saved me. 

-a

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