Don't Cry Diana

So, I didn't mean to make her cry, my Diana Barry. I need to make it right. Usually, I'm the one she would get to laugh at uncontrollably. Yeah, I fell up the steps first day of school Freshman year. That was a good one. I busted it lots of times. Probably the best one was at cheerleading camp when I ran a sprint and jumped some object as if it was an Olympic hurdle. Didn't quite make it over. Even the blood couldn't keep her from stopping that loud laugh of hers. I'm glad to go through the pain and embarrassment just to hear that laugh though. We hardly ever see each other anymore. At times I send her a message and I can just imagine her laughing at her desk or wherever. Like the time I was walking up from the lunchroom at work with my salad, Diet Coke, and in my heals of course. Something happened and yes, I landed face forward. Saved the salad! All the way to my desk I laughed. And I imagined her laughing with me. I'm sure that will always be the case. So, in a way, I guess she's always with me.

Guess I shouldn't go into the fact that she was by my side on that April day too...maybe later. For now...

"I solemnly swear to remain faithful to my bosom friend, Diana Barry, for as long as the sun and the moon shall endure." Anne Shirley, Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

Don't cry Diana. You know who you are. Nothing to cry about here. It's all good. Same old me really. Just letting it all out. Open book I guess. Why not? It feels good. I promise to keep making you laugh. Always.

This one's for you babe. Now dance.