Snowflake Destiny

The snowflake landed on her nose. All I wanted to do at the point was to kiss it away. I couldn’t do that, though. She’s my best friend.

We’ve been friends since we played together as children. Our moms were neighbors and best friends so it was no surprise that we spent a lot of time together. What was a surprise is that we only grew closer as the years went on.

We stayed friends through the “cootie” years, finding kids of the opposite sex gross. We never saw each other as different.

As we grew older and the differences became intriguing instead of repulsive, we still didn’t see each other differently.

I was the first to get a call when she had a date or when her date broke her heart. She got the same calls from me.

Here we are in our thirties. I’ve never been married, and she just finished crying on my shoulder about her divorce.

“What was I supposed to do?” she sobbed. “He cheated on me.”

“There wasn’t anything else to do,” I assured her. “What was he thinking?”

I had just given her a tissue to wipe her eyes when the snowflake landed on her nose.

It was too soon.

The next time I see a snowflake land on her nose I’m going to take it as a sign.