I actually don’t know anyone by the name Steven (oh god this is horrible because wow you took the time to ask me and i got nothing on that), but I DO KNOW SOMEONE BY THE NAME OF ELIZABETH. She usually calls herself Lizzie though (i didn’t know that was short for elizabeth until just now like wow a+ friendship sofia). I have a million stories about her and I don’t know how to choose. So I’ll just choose a very important part in our relationship/friendship/bromance/whatever.
It was an evening and we were talking over Facebook, and had been doing so for a while. Instant messaging was very useful and just made us come even closer. We had each other’s Skype and phone numbers, but we’d never actually TALKED before. it was just kind of there, as a little lifeline, a promise.
This evening, we were just talking, when Lizzie mentioned that she was watching season 7 of Supernatural. I told her that I wished we could watch it together, when she told me that we could, over the internet. I looked up some solutions and decided that watching it over Skype would be the best thing to do. I couldn’t even describe how excited I was. After discussing what episode to watch and stuff, we both logged into Skype. She made the call.
You have to understand, that I had never heard her voice before and had only seen about one picture of her, so this Skype call was huge. It was a confirmation that she was real and that she really was my closest friend. We had been talking for months and this was the first time we would speak to each other. I was so excited and happy, words can’t express it. When the call was through and the video had finished loading, I think I died.
There she was, the girl and close friend I had been talking to for so long. She was all smiles and I knew. I knew that this was all so very real. I don’t remember exactly what we said after that initial moment of joy and wonder. I think I said “it’s you” and she said “it’s me”, or perhaps the other way around. It really was her.
We never watched Supernatural that night. Instead we talked. I showed her my room, she showed me hers. And we talked and laughed. To this day, it is one of the happiest nights of my life. I know that this will change when she comes to visit me.
I wish that I could tell you even more about Lizzie. I wish that I could tell you of all of our late nights up talking and coming up with ridiculous things. I wish that I could tell you about all the times that she has helped me while I was having a panic attack. I wish I could tell you about how amazing she is and how much of a great friend she is. I wish that I could tell you that she is, and always will be, my bluebird.
But alas, these are all stories for another time, don’t you say?