And then, I passed her in the hotel lobby, and I had to restrain myself from chasing her down, introducing myself and inviting her over for dinner. "Like, what if we became best friends, best friends in the world, and I could just call her up and say 'Hey Channing, it's me.'"
I took a deep breath and continued moving passed her, a slight blur to my vision from the unshed tears of joy mingled with pain ( such deep emotions.)
As I was ordering coffee this morning, once again in the lobby, there she sat. Like a foot behind me. At a table. Alone. With a really cute purse. And first, I went up and introduced myself and said "I'm a huge fan" but I think I'm smart enough to know that that is not how great friendships begin. So I didn't say that.
I said, "Have you gotten to go to any cool places in Dallas yet?" and when she inquired where the cool places were to go, I was stumped and had to introduce her to a cooler-than-me person named Rachel who would know. So I didn't say that.
I said, "Hey, cute purse." Cause, I mean, what great friendship ISN'T started that way? OF COURSE she said "Hey! Thanks! Sit down and have a coffee with me! I'm so bored and lonely and you look like my new bff." Well, thanks, Channing! That I am!
Yeah, that never happened either. For no good reason other than it sounded like I was just TRYING to be cool and not a super fan.
I said nothing.
I think I actually hunched my shoulders, blushed and turned and went in the opposite direction rather quickly.
I keep telling you people I'm shy, but no one believes me!
But to the point.
I feel really close to her after all the girl bonding time we've had together in my imagination. That's the reason I really cherish this photo.
Emma and her Aunt Channing.
'Cause were really, like, sisters.