For someone special......

In my soundbyte post, i mentioned my friend Miss Y and so many memories came rushing into my head and my heart just did so much and i just have to talk about this woman. By the way, the picture of Betty Boop on this post is really appropriate for her as she is a diva.

I met Y during A-Levels. I remember walking into class and sitting in the fron row where she was sitting. I was of course so quiet but we clicked almost immediately. We were the 2 youngest people in the whole set and we tried not to advertise that fact. I remember always adding a year on to my age - i was 14 at the time and i just stopped that a few years ago.

Anyway, we started talking and turns out she had just moved to my estate and we were literally 5 minutes away from each other. The start of a relationship that goes beyond the 2 of us. Our families are friends and for all intents and purposes Miss Y is my parents child and i am the extra child her parents never gave birth to.

Where do i start? We got into so much trouble together, using each other as alibis. We went out together, cooked and ate together, went on cereal diets together, shopped at MOne supermarket together, listened to music together, read each other's diaries....We talked about absolutely everything and we bacame part of a sentence - Uzo & Y.

Then about a year and a half after we met, i was getting ready to start university, she went on summer holidays and i just knew she wasnt coming back. When i went to her house on the day she was supposed to be back, her mom told me she wasnt coming back, that she was starting school in the US, i just started to cry. Her mom hugged me and told me it would be okay and proceeded to give me a really long letter which she wrote to me, i remember 2 pairs of shoes and some jewelery. I devoured the letter and it was full of the new facts of her life and i just felt so lost.

I went off to England soon after and we kept in touch. Emails and calls. Its a bit of a blur now but i know she was there. We talked a lot. My hesitant steps as i maneuvered through University of Buckingham at just 15 were shared with her. An important fact here, my boyfriend and 1 hooked her up with a close friend of his and that relationship would be a defining part of her life.

I got gifts from her and letters and i think i sent her some cds and stuff as well. Then during a holiday in the States, i flew to Virginia to see her. And it was soooo great. We talked through the night and that weekend flew by so fast.

As life began to unfold for us, we stopped talking everyday and the calls became less frequent. But our relationship was such that time didnt matter. The phone would ring and she would speak and that was it - like she was next to me and we would talk and talk and talk. Through the ups and downs, she was there.

Then i moved home and she was disappointed - we always talked about sharing an apartment or living in the same city and in my way, i tried to convince her to think about moving home as well.

We lost touch for a few months but her mom served as a bridge for us. Then we reconnected a few months ago and its almost as great as befire. I just wish i could see her everyday. I can be me with this woman. No judgement - nothing. I can say anything to her and its all good. My deepest secrets and insecurities, she has. When i am at peace, she knows. We talk fashion, men, money, life.

I am soooo excited that she will be home in a few months for a whole month. I am almost jealous of all the people she will have to see and catch up with cos i want her all to myself. There are no words to express how much i love and adore this woman. I am tearing up just thinking about her.

She is sooo beautiful - i mean physically and on the inside. She is light skinned while i am dark skinned. She is taller, i am the short one. We love shoes and that in itself can be the subject of a phone call. LOL. She is so beautiful inside with a heart of gold. She has such a wonderful job. I cant do her job cos i dont have the patience or what it takes but i love her so much for what she does. I love this woman and when i say my prayers, i might forget some people, but i never ever forget to ask my Father to bless her and her family. If i forget her family, I never forget to ask him to shower all his blessings on her. I think she knows how much i think of her but here's a public declaration.

So my divalicious Miss Y, you have my heart and i thnk God for you. Now, you know my shoe size, get shopping for your trip back and i cannot wait till you come home.