Special...

My dearest friend and I had a conversation last night. It was late, and she was really tired... But I was feeling pretty down in the dumps, because of a few things. And she was up, telling me all about how much she loved me.

She said a lot of things. Things that made me feel special... And loved, and wanted, and needed. She told me so many things... I was overcome with happiness. I felt like I belonged to her, and she to me, and nothing could keep us apart. She told me all sorts of things about what she wanted to do with me, how she wanted me in her life, and many times she told me she loved me. More than any other person on the earth.

This morning though... She messaged me and told me that she had no memory of what she said last night. This, of course, came as a shock to me. Because many of the things she said... Not only did they sound like she meant them, but they were things I had been waiting to hear... Things I'd wanted to hear her say and witness as being entirely truthful and meaning every word.

Now... I have doubt. She doesn't remember anything she said. And the only thing that she can vouch for herself saying that is true, is that she loves me. I'm kinda sad... Because I wanted so badly for that all to be true, and heartfelt, and honest. But, instead, I'm left with this one big truth, and slightly less large group of things that... I don't know if she really meant. I want to say yes. That she did mean it. That she meant all of it, and that I truly was the one person for her, and all the many other things she said. But, I can no more hold her to it than I can call her by a different name and hope she answers.

So I'll have to be content with just the fact that she loves me. So very much. Just like I love her. Immensely. And very nearly, without end.