mallorie and me

It’s funny how you meet your other. I don’t mean the one you have babies with. The one you vow to love and adore and never leave. I mean your other other. The person that’s so much like you they could be you if you weren’t around to do it yourself.

I met Mallorie when I was ten. We both wore cowlicks and a sleepy look in our eyes and that was enough for people to say we were alike. But she was the quiet girl in the corner and I was the loudmouth by the monkey bars so until Lake Lure ’00 I couldn’t see it.

Since then we’ve interrogated one another under the bells of medieval cathedrals, talked life and love in the rain by the River Thames and ate hot dogs in lazy old Appalachian coal towns. Yesterday we planned our New Years’ Resolutions. It began something like this…

Me: “I’ve gained a good 6 and a half kilo – at least – since Thanksgiving”
Mallorie: “That’s nothing. The other day, I was tapping my foot on the floor, and I felt my back jiggle.”

…And ended with a commitment to hold one another accountable every Monday morning with a measuring tape and a set of scales. We’re also doing the Great Manchester Run in May. Only she doesn’t know it yet. (p.s. So are you Steph.)

Now your turn. New Years Resolutions anyone?