Bosom Friends

Today, like a lot of days, I am missing my bosom friends . . .

Now, just in case you’re a little confused, and the word bosom has a whole slew of different connotations for you, don’t be alarmed, and don’t misunderstand! This is not some awkward reference to a friend with benefits. I just grew up with a series of books and movies you might not have seen. . . Anne of Green Gables, anyone? So, if you’re unfamiliar, allow me to give you the best explanation of a bosom friend, Anne’s explanation.

“A bosom friend–an intimate friend, you know–a really
kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.  I’ve
dreamed of meeting her all my life.  I never really supposed
I would, but so many of my loveliest dreams have come true
all at once that perhaps this one will, too.  Do you think
it’s possible?”

Anne Shirley taught me what a bosom friend is when I was still pretty little, and I’ve had the good fortune to find more than one of my own Diana Barrys in my quarter of a century on this planet. Unfortunately, with age, bosom friendship adds a new dimension of homesickness to the inevitable diaspora that accompanies growing up. Thankfully, I also have lovely friends in my day-to-day life, and bosom friendship does not wither or die easily.

I just miss them.

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