Still

The more time passes, the more I believe that there is no relationship nearly so strong nor as fragile as friendships between women. We can go for months without speaking, we can rage at each other, we can break each other's hearts. We can be horrible vile bitches, so absolutely cunning in our attempts to justify our own behavior. But in the end, we always forgive. In the end, nothing ever seems quite worth the stony silence between us. We manage to find that one small thread of understanding and we reel ourselves in, to each other and to that circle that we edge around but never break. This is what keeps me patient, with myself and my beloved sisters. I hear the women I love, even when there are no sounds between us. The language is always there and I never doubt that we will find our voices with one another when we need them.