It ceases to amaze me how we can pretend to know someone, but then know nothing about them at the same time. There are really only two people I can say I have truly known. And those people are my best friend, and my fiance. Yesterday, both people showed me a side of them I either didn't know they had, or that I forgot they had. And it always amazes me to find out how much someone actually cares about me. I have had a falling out with practically all of my friends. And I will look back on this point in my life and realize this was just a very sad and lonely phase, and I'll have much better and caring friends in the future. But right now? I have two. And one of them I'm in a relationship with. I have known my best friend since 7th grade. This morning, 3/05/2012, at 1:30, my best friend and I were sitting in her room. We were about to finally go to sleep when we hear a very loud rap rap rap at the door. When we didn't answer, a few seconds later the doorbell rung. I had thought it was my Fiance for some odd reason. But had I thought about it beforehand, I would have thought it weird, because at 1:30 in the morning, my fiance would not have knocked on the door, under any circumstances. When my best friend went to go see who it was, she came back and told me the police were at the door and wanted to speak to me. As I went out there, in my somewhat long sleeved work shirt, and my best friend's mountain dew pajama pants, I stood and listened as the police officer explained that he was being arrested. When I asked if I could see him before I left, the wait between when the police officer left to ask the other officer if it was okay to when he came back seemed like an eternity. At this time, I had no shoes on, but when the officer said that it was alright, I didn't care at all. I walked barefoot on really hard painful gravel to the police car parked in front of the house on the other side of the street. When I went to the side that my fiance was, I saw him looking at me behind bars, and he had his arms behind his back. Of course he was in cuffs, but at the time, I wasn't expecting that at all. I was somewhat calm the whole time all this was happening, until I actually saw him behind the bars of the police car. It broke my heart seeing him with his hands behind his back and with his composure trying to be strong. But knowing he was scared as well. And as soon as I started crying, he did as well, but not full on crying, as I could tell he was trying to be strong. And it was the most pitiful thing trying to give him one or two last kisses through the bars of the police car. He told me that he would contact me as soon as he got released. After the police officer made me walk away from him, he asked if I had any questions for him. And the only one I kept asking, was if he knew how long he was to stay in custody. The officer said if all that came up the warrant for failure to appear at court, then he should be out by morning. It's 10:15am, and I'm trying to patiently wait at work for his call. But I check it every two - three minutes to see if he called, even though I know the light on the phone has not lit up for a phone call. And I am almost tempted to stop texting my friend at the moment, because every time the phone lights up for her text, it makes me think it's him calling. And I know for our baby girl's sake, that it's my time to be strong now, and not stress myself out to the point where she comes prematurely. I not only have to be strong for just me now, I have to be strong for our little Jasmine.
