Jamie.

Words may not give meaning to a heart. But they sure do give it a voice.

I spent this evening with one of my besties. Jamie and I met my freshman year and she quickly became a friendship "soul mate" of sorts to me. We've gone through first dates and break ups and over-cutting and failed tests and new roommates and new jobs and being RAs together. And I would change a thing. Every moment has been precious. Tonight was no exception. Jamie listened and not only heard but understood. When I speak with her it's like I only have to use a few words because she "gets" me.

I was having a conversation with another friend about this kind of friendship. I said, "I don't know if you've experienced this with anyone, but it's the kind of friend who knows without language and cares without personal gain and gives without expectations." She said, "Oh, yeah, I totally know what you mean. I have lots of those..."

I don't think she "gets" me.

Because I really believe this kind of friendship only comes once, maybe twice, in a lifetime. I know, I know, I'm only 21 so what would I know about "lifetime" language. I guess I could be wrong. But it took me until 18 to know such a friendship existed, and I have yet to meet another Jamie.

What am I getting at tonight? I'm not sure. I just know I needed to express this. I think I needed to share it with words because tonight I communicated in a knowing silence.