Emily got married today.
It kills me that I wasn't there. And yet somehow I feel like I'm being overly dramatic. I texted Andy and my brother from another mother about taking extra pictures and I felt as though I was overstepping my bounds. Or just being needy. Or exhausting.
I'm viewed as an important guest that just couldn't make it. Not as the best friend that tried their hardest to be there, but had to pay their rent instead. Then again, I'm not even standing up in the damn thing.
Let's be clear. Emily will be my maid of honor. Strike that, now matron of honor.
Friendship has changed for me out here. Not so much the definition, just the quantity and quality, which is why I still value certain friendships so highly after all this time.
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