Exceptional A letter to a lost girl-friend. I Still Miss You by Janilou The pain of a lost friendship keeps surfacing in my dreams.

Category:  Letters and Diary Non-Fiction   Posted:  March 19, 2007      Views: 634

ABOUT JANILOU  Janilou is a woman who loves God. Much of her work reflects her faith. Christian music often inspires her work. She is honored to have been named FanStory's Short Works Author Of The Year, in 2007 and 2008, and thanks all of her wonderful fans for the ranking. Their comments and support are her inspiration! She writes whenever her dairy goats allow her to escape the milking barn. If she's not on FanStory, you might find her on Facebook, using her real name, Jan Anderegg. Quote Of The Day: "Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary." Sir James M Barrie She has won several contests. The contest submission Death By Taxes was the first place winner in the contest . Boys Will Be Boys was the first place winner in the contest . Twas The Night Before - Say What? was the first place winner in the contest . She is a top ranked author and is currently holding the #41 position. The Seal of Quality committee has rewarded her with 2 seals. Portfolio | Become A Fan My dearest Lou-Jean, I wish I could understand why my dreams won't let go of the hope I keep locked away in my heart. Last night, I dreamed of being there in your home. You were my friend once more, and how my heart soared in that revelation. The weighty burden of so many lost years lifted and blew away on the ocean breeze as we laughed, making plans for the things we would do, the moments we would share together. I awoke and tears filled my heart. At one time my dearest friend, you are no longer a part of my life. Reality grumbled and muttered in my ear and hope dashed itself against my bedroom wall, shattering into a thousand empty memories. I have prayed to God to take away the dreams. Some days I feel I cannot bear even one more moment in my sleep of believing you are still my friend. Yet, the dreams come often, taking me to the shadow world of lost times. In those dreams, I watch Jiminy Kitten bouncing around, while sweet little Rosie snuggles in my lap. We looked so much alike, people often mistook us for sisters, even twins. Wasn't it fun? Do you still remember our Dollar-Days and Good-Will bargain hunting in Hollywood? Coloring my hair and turning it pink? The laughter still echoes in my heart. You were my kindred spirit, the encourager of my soul. You believed in me when no-one else did. You were the first one who ever read my story, "To Catch Pegasus", and you encouraged me to keep writing. You gave me a silver heart on a black velvet necklace, and said, "Here, this is so you will always know you are loved." I think back of the wonderful time we had together at that Christian Womens' Retreat, and I long to hear your voice on the phone once again, sharing life's stories. I treasure those times we spent together, and yet even the sweetest memories are fading as the years plod by. Some days I ask myself, why does it matter so much to me? Don't I have many friends? A loving husband and five wonderful children? Haven't so many of my dreams come true? Do I not live each day enjoying life with everything God has blessed me with? Yes, He has blessed me abundantly and He continues to do so all the time. So, what makes my soul yearn so deeply for the kindred-spirit of one special friend? I don't know, but I feel like a lost twin who will always be missing their other half. I will miss your friendship until the day I die. And until that day, I will continue to ask God to restore our friendship. I let you down, and I am so sorry. I wish with all my heart I could go back and change my foolishness into wisdom. All I can do is go on and keep hoping. I keep praying for you. I ask God to bless you with wonderful friends who will love and cherish you. I pray He will pour His love and blessings upon everyone and everything important to you in your life. Tears brim in my eyes, even now, as I recall, unwillingly, the joy I felt at hearing your voice once more in my dream last night. I must brush them away and be strong. Be blessed, dearest sister of my heart. I still miss you. I will always miss you. Love, Jani-Lou Recognized Share your own writing! - Information on our membership for writers. Author Notes Lou-Jean is a nickname for a woman who was my closest friend for many years. We shared some wonderful times together. Our friendship fell apart over a misunderstanding. There is no going back, no way to re-establish the friendship. We looked so much alike, people thought we were twin sisters. I will always miss her. I wish I could stop dreaming that she was back in my life. The pain of waking up to discover once more "it was just a dream" is very real. I am very blessed with so many wonderful friends. I guess, for me, though, it will always be like the shepherd who has ninety-nine sheep safe in the fold, and still goes searching for the one who is lost. Thank you to everyone on this site who is my friend. You give me so much encouragement and support each day and I am blessed to be able to offer the same to you. Jani-Lou. Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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