My timing is awesome, or I’m psychic.

I find it really fucking weird that I mentioned my friend Sio a few days ago, and I ended up talking to her last night.

I only hear from this girl once every few months.
And last time we talked, I was pretty sure it would be the last.

Before she isolated herself, we talked nearly every day.

And when we talk now, our phone conversations take on epic time amounts.
Our longest was just over eight hours. And there was hardly a lull.

I find it hard to believe that so much insight and intelligence could rest in one single person.
I’m still absolutely floored by what comes out of her mouth. Both positive and negative.

I have heard the most unsettling stories from her. The most hideous things that could happen to a human, or what a human could witness. She has told me. She has witnessed. She has survived.

The only unnerving thing about her is the fact that very rarely, she just stops talking.
She pauses.
And she tells me “I love you.”
She doesn’t mean it in an I’m in love with you kind of way.
She just tells me to let me know that I’m genuinely appreciated.
And it sounds foreign to me suddenly. Because it’s so very rare that I hear those words in absolute sincerity.
It’s so rare to hear those words knowing that she has no ulterior motive.
She wont need me tomorrow for something, she doesn’t expect anything from me.
She tells me in a way that someone might tell me I have brown hair.
She doesn’t expect to hear it back, either.

I don’t love her. I don’t. She knows, and it doesn’t phase either of us.
I respect her, though. I respect her, and I think that’s the compensation.
She has always been one hundred percent honest with me.

Interestingly enough she’s also a writer.
And instead of feeling envy, I only feel inspiration.
Even though she’s fantastic. She’s brilliant.
I think I can’t even begin to feel jealous, because she is so incredibly different from me.
She admits that her thought patterns confuse even her.

But yeah.
I just felt like I needed to talk about her.
She’s so fucking different from everyone I’ve ever met.
I’ve learned things about myself, and about people in general though talking with her.

And really, that’s probably the best gift anyone could ever give me.
Knowledge and growth.

And…just one last thought.
I really appreciate the fact that whenever I think I have a problem.
After I finish my story.
She asks me what about the situation I can control.
And most of the time, I realize I can control everything.
And I tell her that.
She laughs.
Then tells me to go fix it. Just do it. You’ll be fine.