every six months, we sit down and eat and laugh (or cry) and remind ourselves why it doesn't matter if it's a day or a hundred days between time spent together. and then we hug each other and say, "let's not wait six months until next time."

but it rarely works out that way. and we end up reading each other's web presence and exchanging sparse emails much more than sharing time and space. and that is my friendship with Wendi.

i'm writing about her now because, well, she wrote about me. and not just about me but about us. as she said it, we just get each other.

she enlightens me, she encourages me to grab onto life and shake free its fruit, she makes me want to write, she makes me feel loved, she reminds me why i care so much for san francisco, and she does it all not with overtly conscious intent but as an innate part of who she is.

she is loved. and she is loved by me.