Cathlyn is late. Not very Late-perhaps-15 minutes-but the girl who I have known since that dance class when we were 4 is late enough that sorry texts have been sent. Then she appears in my driveway, issuing greetings and apologies as she welcomes me into her new vehicle, and after sitting in park, in a middle of a neighborhood, contemplating where to eat, we drive to a local restaurant (Frank and Angies) listening to old Hilary duff songs, catching, up and laughing about old times.
We arrive and as Cathlyn settles into her seat it becomes clear that the 16 year old is just as lovely as the day I met her. Brown hair, Brown eyes, and a polished style fit perfectly to reflect her body and personality. The style that she describes as classic and dull because of her love for “business like attire and dark colors”). As she finishes her pasta, we talk about life, school, and our future plans.
We go back to her house and end up in a talk of fashion and all those girly things we love. She talks about her favorite items of clothing (Blazer by theory, Black skinny jeans), Her love for the style displayed by newcomers such as Selena Gomez and old timers such as Audrey Hepburn, and her obsession of red tops and sunglasses. After a late night snack run at McDonalds, the night slowly comes to an end. As I say my goodbyes and walk into the house it becomes apparent that just like the first day I met her, Cathlyn’s spirit and soul rival her beauty and She continues to be an extraordinary friend. She is always there for me and I know she will continue to be there for me as I will be there for her.